ALL the golden air is full of balm and bloom Where the hawthorns line the shelving dyke with flowers. Joyous children born of April's happiest hours, High and low they laugh and lighten, knowing their doom Bright as brief -- to bless and cheer they know not whom, Heed not how, but washed and warmed with suns and showers Smile, and bid the sweet soft gradual banks and bowers Thrill with love of sunlit fire or starry gloom. All our moors and lawns all round rejoice; but here All the rapturous resurrection of the year Finds the radiant utterance perfect, sees the word Spoken, hears the light that speaks it. Far and near, All the world is heaven: and man and flower and bird Here are one at heart with all things seen and heard. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRELIGHT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON BUCOLIC COMEDY: AUBADE by EDITH SITWELL IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 106 by ALFRED TENNYSON TO A LOCOMOTIVE IN WINTER by WALT WHITMAN PHAENOMENA: WHEN JUSTICE DWELT ON EARTH by ARATUS A MISUNDERSTANDING (CONNEMARA) by JANE BARLOW HOPE PREFERRED by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |