WHEN I woke, the sapphire sky Through the panes was gazing; Bright the wind was waving by The chestnuts' yellow blazing. When I went abroad, the land Proclaimed a new dominion, The slow black lanes which ploughs had planned Shone vital and virginian. Where the last night's seething rain Lay in my neighbour's hiring, It glittered mist and fire amain, Sun-desired, desiring. Old hares limped from frond to frond, With joy half-mastering terror, And lonely trees blushed rose beyond Like Venus in a mirror. Oak-woods that heard the rill-like gush Of western wind's compassion Let fall their leaves, and then fell hush For new annunciation. I who had drooped the last eve's hours To think the year forsaken Saw all the air bloom with fine flowers, And laughed to have been mistaken. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DON JUAN'S SONG by ISAAC ROSENBERG TO HIS WIFE ON THE 16TH ANNIVERSARY OF HER WEDDING DAY, WITH A RING by SAMUEL BISHOP LITTLE BROWN BABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 31 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN PARAPHRASE ON THOMAS A KEMPIS by ALEXANDER POPE THE VAICES THAT BE GONE by WILLIAM BARNES THE FUGITIVE by PRINGLE BARRET |