Amber husk fluted with gold, fruit on the sand marked with a rich grain, treasure spilled near the shrub-pines to bleach on the boulders: your stalk has caught root among wet pebbles and drift flung by the sea and grated shells and split conch-shells. Beautiful, wide-spread, fire upon leaf, what meadow yields so fragrant a leaf as your bright leaf? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAIDEN QUEEN: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN THE PROBLEM by RALPH WALDO EMERSON PASSING BY by THOMAS FORD (1580-1648) SANDALPHON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A SLUMBER SONG by A. HOLCOMBE AIKEN IF I GROW OLD by ETHEL BERRY ALLEN |