A BALL of fire shoots through the tamarack In scarlet splendor, on voluptuous wings; Delirious joy the pyrotechnist brings, Who marks for us high summer's almanac. How instantly the red-coat hurtles back! No fiercer flame has flashed beneath the sky. Note now the rapture in his cautious eye, The conflagration lit along his track. Winged soul of beauty, tropic in desire, Thy love seems alien in our northern zone; Thou giv'st to our green lands a burst of fire And callest back the fables we disown. The hot equator thou mightst well inspire, Or stand above some Eastern monarch's throne. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AND SO, I THINK DIOGENES by AMY LOWELL CHRIST'S KINGDOM AMONG THE GENTILES by ISAAC WATTS ODE ENTREATING HIM ... IN THE CONTINUATION OF BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS by NICHOLAS BRETON A SUPPLICATION FOR LOVE, HYMN 1 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A MOCKING-BIRD by WITTER BYNNER |