DAY was a full-blown flower in heaven, alive With murmuring joy of bees and birds aswarm, When in the skies of song yet flushed and warm With music where all passion seems to strive For utterance, all things bright and fierce to drive Struggling along the splendor of the storm, Day for an hour put off his fiery form, And golden murmurs from a golden hive Across the strong bright summer wind were heard, And laughter soft as smiles from girls at play And loud from lips of boys brow-bound with May. Our mightiest age let fall its gentlest word, When Song, in semblance of a sweet small bird, Lit fluttering on the light swift hand of Day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONDON, 1802 (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH JIM DALLEY by ALEXANDER ANDERSON SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 27. ENGLAND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE GHOST OF ABEL; A RELATION IN THE VISIONS OF JEHOVAH by WILLIAM BLAKE GIVE ME A CHANCE by THOMAS T. BLEWETT JAMES LEE'S WIFE by ROBERT BROWNING BEAUTY by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 10. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE SIXTH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |