THERE'S much afoot in heaven and earth this year; The winds hunt up the sun, hunt up the moon, Trouble the dubious dawn, hasten the drear Height of a threatening noon. No breath of boughs, no breath of leaves, of fronds, May linger or grow warm; the trees are loud; The forest, rooted, tosses in her bonds, And strains against the cloud. No scents may pause within the garden-fold; The rifled flowers are cold as ocean-shells; Bees, humming in the storm, carry their cold Wild honey to cold cells. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WARREN'S ADDRESS [TO THE AMERICANS] [AT BUNKER HILL] [JUNE 17, 1775] by JOHN PIERPONT TO THE SHIP OF STATE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS VERSES FOR CHILDREN: CHRISTMAS TREE by ZEDA K. AILES THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 34. REMINDING HER OF A PROMISE (1) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT BLACKBIRDS by CLARA EXLINE BOCKOVEN ODE TO THE SACRED LAMPS by M. L. R. BRESLAR GOLD HAIR; A STORY OF PORNIC by ROBERT BROWNING SCENES FROM THE MAGICO PRODIGIOSO by PEDRO CALDERON DE LA BARCA |