I want a row of hollyhocks and spotted tiger lilies, And golden-glow against the fence, and scented daffodillies. I long to let the bucket down and draw it up o'erflowing To dripping hang until I go And worship beauty, row on row, Pink as the dawn, white as the snow, My miracles a'growing. The border of shy flowering moss; tall iris hiding never. Lush green grass where poppies stray -- silk ladies, vagrant ever. You prodigal sweet climbing-rose, your lavish color spilling. You robins in the cherry-tree All unafraid a'feasting free, O, love and home -- you call to me, And set me longing, thrilling! 'Tis summer now; at any rate the calendar says so. But -- housetops, chimneys, everywhere; there's nothing here to grow. Is memory a throb of joy, or is it stab of pain? Dwelling here so stark and high, Far from the ground, shut from the sky, Tears flood my eyes, my heart makes cry To go back home again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE FALL by HAYDEN CARRUTH MY HUT; AFTER TRAN QUANG KHAI by HAYDEN CARRUTH SPRING NOTES FROM ROBIN HILL by HAYDEN CARRUTH HOW THEY GO ON by JAMES GALVIN BONNYBELL: THE GRAY SPHEX by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |