CLOUDS above, as white as wool, Drifting over skies as blue As the eyes of beautiful Children when they smile at you; Groves of maple, elm, and beech, With the sunshine sifted through Branches, mingling each with each, Dim with shade and bright with dew; Stripling trees, and poplars hoar, Hickory and sycamore, And the drowsy dogwood bowed Where the ripples laugh aloud, And the crooning creek is stirred To a gaiety that now Mates the warble of the bird Teetering on the hazel-bough; Grasses long and fine and fair As your schoolboy sweetheart's hair, Backward roached and twirled and twined By the fingers of the wind. Vines and mosses, interlinked Down dark aisles and deep ravines, Where the stream runs, willow-brinked, Round a bend where some one leans Faint and vague and indistinct As the like reflected thing In the current shimmering. Childish voices farther on, Where the truant stream has gone, Vex the echoes of the wood Till no word is understood, Save that one is well aware Happiness is hiding there. There, in leafy coverts, nude Little bodies poise and leap, Spattering the solitude And the silence everywhere -- Mimic monsters of the deep! Wallowing in sandy shoals -- Plunging headlong out of sight; And, with spurtings of delight, Clutching hands, and slippery soles, Climbing up the treacherous steep Over which the spring-board spurns Each again as he returns. Ah! the glorious carnival! Purple lips and chattering teeth -- Eyes that burn -- but, in beneath, Every care beyond recall, Every task forgotten quite -- And again, in dreams at night, Dropping, drifting through it all! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AND WHAT SHALL YOU SAY? by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. THE MOURNING GARMENT: THE DESCRIPTION OF THE SHEPHERD AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT GREENE ON RECEIVING [THE FIRST] NEWS OF THE WAR by ISAAC ROSENBERG IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 43 by ALFRED TENNYSON UPON THE LATE LAMENTABLE ACCIDENT OF FIRE ... by JOHN ALLISON (1645-1683) MISERABLE NIGHT by AVENELLE WILMETH BLAIR CLASS POEM by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE IN THE GARDEN (WITH APOLOGIES TO ALFRED NOYES) by MARJORIE W. BRACHLOW |