Mid-morning of mid-June: Her sudden whim Among the guests (who chatted ill at ease): "O let's be married out beneath the trees -- This mantel with its garlands is so prim." As if she said, "Let's row an hour or swim"; As if she said, "Let's pick the white sweet pease, And leave the pink and purple for the bees"; As if she said, "Let's get the shears and trim The lilac stems" . . . Blue lake and bluer sky Merged with the green of earth, of odorous earth, A scarlet tanager went flashing by, The unseen thrasher sang with all his mirth . . . The old dame neighbor said with happy tears: "The sweetest wedding of my eighty years." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOUSE HUNTING by ISAAC ROSENBERG VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1883 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI AFTER LONG SILENCE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE LEPRECAUN, OR THE FAIRY SHOEMAKER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM CORRESPONDENCES by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE GRIEF WAS SENT THEE FOR THY GOOD by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY CHANGING MOON by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 30 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: LEBID by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |