That far-off day the leaves m flight Were lettmg in the colder light A season-ending wind there blew That as it did the forest strew I leaned on with a singing trust And let it drive me deathward too. With breaking step I stabbed the dust, Yet did not much to shorten stride I sang of death-but had I known The many deaths one must have died Oh, should a child be left unwarned That any song in which he mourned Would be as if he prophesied? It were unworthy of the tongue To let the half of life alone And play the good without the ill And yet 'twould seem that what is sung In happy sadness by the young Fate has no choice but to fulfill. Flowers in the desert heat Contrive to bloom On melted mountain water led by flume To wet their feet. But something in it still is incomplete. Before I thought the wilted to exalt With water I would see them water-bowed. I would pick up all ocean less its salt, And though it were as much as cloud could bear Would load it on to cloud. And rolling it inland on roller air, Would empty it unsparing on the flower That past its prime lost petals in the flood, (Who cares but for the future of the bud?) And all the more the mightier the shower Would run in under it to get my share. Tis not enough on roots and in the mouth, But give me water heavy on the head In all the passion of a broken drouth. And there is always more than should be said. As strong is rain without as wine within. As magical as sunlight on the skin. I have been one no dwelling could contain When there was rain; But I must forth at dusk, my time of day, To see to the unburdening of skies Bain was the tears adopted by my eyes That have none left to stay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARTED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR COMMON DUST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE REMEDY WORSE THAN THE DISEASE by MATTHEW PRIOR IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 54 by ALFRED TENNYSON RECOLLECTIONS OF THE ARABIAN NIGHTS by ALFRED TENNYSON PSALM 1. BEATUS VIR, QUI NON by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE WHOM EARTH HAS TAUGHT: REVELATION by MARGARET PERKINS BRIGGS |