The sunshine struck a glory on the day: The radiant hills companioned all our way, Their dazzling hoods Drawn to their brows against the winter's cold. In shimmering veils of mist, the valleys fold Their fertile fields;—as some houri of old Conceals her charms; and 'neath fresh sheets of snow, Lie slumbering there: till, warmed by summer's glow,— And roused from dreams, they hear The clarion call of nature to her broods: The glad response finds voice in burgeoning woods, In flood of ripening cornfields, wave on wave, Chasing the shadow by the mountain shed; In the pure lilt of bird calls, far and near— Stabbing the silence, as with silver spear: Till as the sun sinks on his crimson bed Of state, the pageant vanishes,—the day is fled. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARAGRAPHS: 15 by HAYDEN CARRUTH VENUS IN A GARDEN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CITIES OF THE PLAIN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE ALTAR by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON DEDICATION OF THE FIRST SONNETS TO A FRIEND ... by GEORGE SANTAYANA TUOL SLENG: POL POT'S PRISON by KAREN SWENSON GRANDFATHER'S LOVE by SARA TEASDALE |