"TIS April again in my garden, again the grey stone-wall Is prankt with yellow alyssum and lilac aubrey-cresses; Half-hidden the mavis caroleth in the tassely birchen tresses And awhile on the sunny air a cuckoo tuneth his call: Now cometh to mind a singer whom country joys enthral, Francis Jammes, so grippeth him Nature in her caresses She hath steep'd his throat in the honey'd air of her wildernesses With beauty that countervails the Lutetian therewithal. You are here in spirit, dear poet, and bring a motley group, Your friends, afore you sat stitching your heavenly trousseau The courteous old road-mender, the queer Jean Jacques Rousseau, Columbus, Confucius, all to my English garden they troop, Under his goatskin umbrella the provident Robinson Crusoe, And the ancestor dead long ago in Domingo or Guadaloupe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STARLING; SONNET by AMY LOWELL A LITTLE GIRL LOST, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 12 by THOMAS CAMPION TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: EPILOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN AN ORIGINAL THOUGHT by MARIA ABDY THE LITTLE MATCH-GIRL by HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN |