Wind-loving daughter of eternal day, Flooding the sky from urns of starry fire To leap upon the altar of our clay And rouse the curled flame of our desire, O Thou, whose liquid element hath power To colour dreaming grasses with thy prayer And curve the petals of an April flower, Be unto us the passion of our air. Thou turnest flesh to flowers and earth to flame. Now, in thy name, We shape the dust of stars into a song, For thou art strong. Here, where the glancing memory of the leaves Stirred by a windless longing, dropping white, Patterns the tranced music midnight weaves Under the vanished boughs of April night, And where the violet-haunted pasture sleeps Drowsy with fragrance, be the gentle guide Of mystery-laden flocks the hillside keeps Sheltered beneath thy wonder-flooding tide. Thou leadest earth and wind and water home, The swallow to the nest. Open our shadow-path across the foam Into the west. Or, 'neath the tented majesty of air That wraps the golden body of the sun, Scatter thy robes and rise, divinely fair, Under the spreading arch of clouds that run. Foam-flanked, and streaming in the molten east, Come to us over the waters, breasting day. The Bridegroom calls thee to the wedding feast. Come with us, naked, over the fields away. The morning stars are ringing in the sky, The morning lark below. Shoulder the hill with us, the wind laughs high, The flowers of April blow | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CAPUT MORTUUM by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON CITY VIGNETTE: RAIN AT NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE A MOTHER TO HER WAKING INFANT by JOANNA BAILLIE LAUGHING SONG, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE |