Gay is my heart as The blooms in the June light— Sailing apart as Light as a fairy, Dancing and merry; Bright as an airy Sprite of the moonlight; Just a contrary Waif of the noonlight. Over the treetops I drift in an aimless Course where I see tops Gold as the sun is— Red as a flame is, Or a stray one is Tinged with a nameless Hue; and my game is Idle and blameless. Still, though I wander, With nothing to hold me, Hither and yonder, A prize I carry— Fair Nature's dower— And may not tarry Till earth shall enfold me, And into a flower Beautiful mold me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE ZOO IN SPAIN by CLARENCE MAJOR THE GAME OF CHESS by EZRA POUND TO BEACHEY, 1912 by CARL SANDBURG BACKGROUND AND DESIGN by KAREN SWENSON GALAHAD IN THE CASTLE OF THE MAIDENS by SARA TEASDALE SACRED ELEGY: 5. THE SEPARATION OF MAN FROM GOD by GEORGE BARKER |