Now flower and perfect fruit Together dress the tree, High midsummer has come, midsummer mute Of song, but rich to scent and sight. The sun is high in heaven, the skies are bright And full of blessedness, High hope and wild endeavour Have fled or sunk for ever; Only the swifter seasons onward press, And every day that goes Is a full-scented, full-blown garden rose, Orbed, complete. And every hour brings its own burden sweet Of daily duty, precious care; Wherefrom the visible landscape calm and clear Shows finer far, and the high heaven more near, Than ever morning skies of sunrise were. I miss the unbounded hope of old, The freshness and the glow of youth; I miss the fever and the fret, The luminous haze of gold. I see a mind clearer and calmer yet, A more unselfish love, a more unclouded truth; Such gain I take, and this More gracious shows and fair than that I miss. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O DREAMS, O DESTINATIONS by CECIL DAY LEWIS LETTER TO JOSEPH WARREN by ROBERT FROST EVERYONE KNOWS WHOM THE SAVED ENVY by JAMES GALVIN FINALITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO ATLANTA UNIVERSITY - ITS FOUNDERS AND TEACHERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |