I SMELT the wind from Heidelberg to-day, Where the slow Yarra flashing through the trees, And yellow, gleaming wattle by the way Bring many a truant shopman out to pay His tardy homage to the witcheries. Out Eltham way I saw a pool last year, With frowning sunset shadows, flecked with blue From a fast darkening sky; do those severe Brown shadows fold it now? ... or did I hear The whispers of the pale greens breaking through? Oh! how the warm sun's rays enfold, and fill The desultory spirit with desire! And you, my love -- does the ineffable thrill Burn in your soul as blaze on tree and hill The flames of this green fire? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 31 by JAMES JOYCE ADMETUS; TO MY FRIEND RALPH WALDO EMERSON by EMMA LAZARUS |