THE maiden meadows softly blush Beneath the enamoured breeze, And break into one purple flush Of frail anemones. Violet and rose and vermeil white, Woven of sun and showers, They seem to be embodied light Transfigured into flowers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEDICATION TO THE LATER SONNETS TO URANIA by GEORGE SANTAYANA BUCOLIC COMEDY: SPINNING SONG by EDITH SITWELL THE BROOKSIDE by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES SONG BY JULIUS BRENZAIDA by EMILY JANE BRONTE SPECULA by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN CROMWELL'S SOLILOQUY OVER THE DEAD BODY OF CHARLES by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |