I sing of brooks, of blossoms, of birds, and bowers, Of April, May, of June, and July flowers. I sing of Maypoles, hock carts, wassails, wakes, Of bridegrooms, brides, and of their bridal cakes. I write of youth, of love, and have access By these to sing of cleanly wantonness. I sing of dews, of rains, and, piece by piece, Of balm, of oil, of spice, and ambergris. I sing of times trans-shifting, and I write How roses first came red and lilies white. I write of groves, of twilights, and I sing The court of Mab and of the fairy king. I write of hell; I sing (and ever shall) Of heaven, and hope to have it after all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOBODY'S LOOKIN' BUT DE OWL AND DE MOON (A NEGRO SERENADE) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SELLING HER ENGAGEMENT RING by KAREN SWENSON AT CANDLE-LIGHTIN' TIME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ODE TO LUDLOW CASTLE by LUCY AIKEN THE CALL OF THE DESERT by EMILY BALDWIN ON THE BIRTH OF A FRIEND'S ELDEST SON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TAKE YOUR CHOICE: OR HERE'S GRANTLAND RICE'S METHOD by BERTON BRALEY |