ROSY belief uplifts her spires Anemone-frail in amaranth air That never hurts a thing: This river's highway leads us there, Hear how each crystal crisped spring Comes lightfoot down from shepherd shires, Comes past the stones and roots and briars To journey with this king. And Honesty on his boat with bales And bags and barrels laded sails; The merry wind knows that white wing! He sees those steeples, and he hails; And we'll go journeying there. You must be by me, then be gone, Then through the bush peep like a bird, And then with arm in mine step on, And like one in a legend sing, Or play with an angel word. The silver bream jumps out of the stream, Morn's diamonds ding from the blackbird's wing, And through long glades that gilt wing speeds -- We'll go where this green river leads And prismy light and bowing reeds To that sweet town, With lilies lulled, to that sweet town Whose airiest tiptoe chanticleer Gleams on the west wind all the year; Belief's our mark, we've crossed the down, Time brought the eagle -- now the dove! And there's her sparkling belvedere -- Come, my late and early love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THREE GRAINS OF CORN; THE IRISH FAMINE by AMELIA BLANDFORD EDWARDS EXHORTATION TO PRAYER by MARGARET MERCER TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 16. A FAREWELL by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE RUNNING TO PARADISE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE NO-LONGER-MERRY ANCIENT MONARCH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |