Look away now from the high lonesome hills So hard on the hard sky since the swift shower; See where among the restless daffodils The hyacinth sets his melancholy tower. Draw in your heart from vain adventurings; Float slowly, swimmer, slowly drawing breath. See, in this wild green foam of growing things The heavy hyacinth remembering death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR OUR BETTER GRACES by JAMES GALVIN AUTUMN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON UNCLE JIM'S BAPTIST REVIVAL HYMN by SIDNEY LANIER THE DECISION (APRIL 14, 1861) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 10 by EZRA POUND |