The brook is singing a slumber song. Above the water white birches lean, veiling with leaves their bodies' slimness, as maidens hide them in their loosened hair. The pool in their shade is a mirror of burnished bronze, holding their image. White limbs of bathing children gleam from the shadows. Light glows on the green and gold of their garments, swathing them as the green calyx folds the unopened flower. The senses swoon with the cicada's song. Spring, with the sweetness and bloom of the wild-rose, has gone, But rose-haws and August are glowing red in the sun! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY CLASS: ON CERTAIN FRUITS AND FLOWERS SENT ... SICKNESS by SIDNEY LANIER THE RAINY SEASON by CLARENCE MAJOR |