CLEAN flows the wind as from its grand source flowing At once to man, clean flows the eternal God: The clouds dance with that splendid presence glowing, Earth's silver brilliance flashes from that flood. Sweet airs and utterance meet me as I rove, Long dead to me! nor angels might outshine Those martins with their white breasts warm with love, Building their home beneath the eaves of mine. And roses in their ecstasy have come; We see no hut, no hall but there they wreathe Their araby, and their sweet lives outbreathe. Rude hedges have their thousands too: where some So nestle down, the dazzled eye supposes At first that this year grass has brought forth roses. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MODERN LOVE: 17 by GEORGE MEREDITH THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 6. THE KISS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI IMAGES: 5 by RICHARD ALDINGTON THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): AMOR OMNIPOTENS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS |