Shall I seem silly speaking some of spring As every man in every age has done; -- Assissi, singing to his Brother Sun, Or Browning, touching God's great Everything? And yet, this day! Bright with new coloring, The dandelion-gold spread ton on ton, The cherry frock of morning, sunshine-spun, The green of grass -- God's glorious gardening! He flings into the ceaseless time-machine Another spring -- and grinds out witching days. As they dance by in garments white and green, We simple souls must give them love and praise. A day, a blossom: Who the secret knows? The black manure -- the White Killarney rose! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ARMADA; A FRAGMENT by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 71. THE CHOICE (1) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI OF THE MANNER OF ADDRESSING CLOUDS by WALLACE STEVENS A CLEAR NIGHT by KARLE WILSON BAKER YOUR NEIGHBOR by H. HOWARD BIGGAR WITH ILLUSTRATION TO GRAY'S POEMS by WILLIAM BLAKE |