This morning by my garden wall, This morning as I came, The gipsy-clad nasturtiums all Lit up my heart like flame! Their ragged, brilliant little bells Were gay with sunset fires And oh, the tale their leader tells, Who knows their soul desires! Oh, we have marched by sunset seas And danced through eerie noons; Through lilac twilights, dense with bees, Have fleered our mad platoons! "Gemmed with bright rains, when gutters ran Dun floods the byways through, The village folk have gaped to scan The passing of our crew! "By olden ports, by downs and dunes, By fabled lost countrees, Our rollick feet have danced to tunes That none know but the bees! "Swart are our hearts with elfin fire, And strange the urge we know; And now we flicker with desire To flit, to march, to go!" And yet this evening, when I scanned For that which might befall, Drowsed stood my bright nasturtiums, and All dreaming by the wall! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE SHIRT by THOMAS HOOD LOUISA MAY ALCOTT by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON THE SUPPLIANTS: PRAYER FOR DELIVERANCE. CHORUS by AESCHYLUS THE OUTLAW by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS THE HEATHER ON FIRE by MATHILDE BLIND SPRING FANTASIES: 1. MAY DAY IN MARCH by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |