FRAIL Travellers, deftly flickering over the flowers; O living flowers against the heedless blue Of summer days, what sends them dancing through This fiery-blossom'd revel of the hours? Theirs are the musing silences between The enraptured crying of shrill birds that make Heaven in the wood while summer dawns awake; And theirs the faintest winds that hush the green. And they are as my soul that wings its way Out of the starlit dimness into morn: And they are as my tremulous being -- born To know but this, the phantom glare of day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE ORIGIN OF EVIL by JOHN BYROM TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE RAIN ON THE ROOF (1) by COATES KINNEY ULTIMA THULE: DEDICATION by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE WALKER OF THE SNOW by CHARLES DAWSON SHANLY |