A myriad dawns are in these cups. They hold In their curved petals, yellow charms which fill Their velvet depth and overflowing spill In streams that with God's own design are doled Along their plumes as clinging lines of gold. Here I find beauty of a hazy hill All purple with a misty light to thrill The lavender of dusk that nights enfold. The sunrise of the ages swiftly flings Through God's unchartered space and from that sea Repeats a thousand moods, and here it brings Its mystery and loveliness to me. It forms an etched delight on captured wings, When warming earth lifts up her fleur de lis. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAD MAID'S SONG by ROBERT HERRICK VERLAINE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON FULL OF LIFE NOW by WALT WHITMAN THE HOUSE-WARMING; A LEGEND OF BLEEDING-HEART YARD by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE DEBT by KATHARINE LEE BATES SONNET: MAN VERSUS ASCETIC. 6 by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |