BLOSSOM of the apple trees! Mossy trunks all gnarled and hoary, Grey boughs tipped with rose-veined glory, Clustered petals soft as fleece Garlanding old apple trees! How you gleam at break of day! When the coy sun, glancing rarely, Pouts and sparkles in the pearly Pendulous dewdrops, twinkling gay On each dancing leaf and spray. Through your latticed boughs on high, Framed in rosy wreaths, one catches Brief kaleidoscopic snatches Of deep lapis-lazuli In the April-coloured sky. When the sundown's dying brand Leaves your beauty to the tender Magic spells of moonlight splendour, Glimmering clouds of bloom you stand, Turning earth to fairyland. Cease, wild winds, O, cease to blow! Apple-blossom, fluttering, flying, Palely on the green turf lying, Vanishing like winter snow; Swift as joy to come and go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIGS O' BARLEY by ROBERT BURNS FRAGMENT, ON THE BACK OF THE POET'S MS. OF CANTO I OF 'DON JUAN' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON IPHIGENEIA AND AGAMEMNON, FR. THE HELLENICS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR MONODY ON THE DEATH OF WENDELL PHILLIPS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE TELLTALE by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN THE BODING DREAMS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES TO ONE BEREFT by ETHEL KNAPP BEHRMAN |