This is in the nature of a prelude to the entire group of poems. WANTING is -- what? Summer redundant, Blueness abundant, -- Where is the blot? Beamy the world, yet a blank all the same, -- Framework which waits for a picture to frame: What of the leafage, what of the flower? Roses embowering with naught they embower! Come then, complete incompletion, O comer, Pant through the blueness, perfect the summer! Breathe but one breath Rose-beauty above, And all that was death Grows life, grows love, Grows love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRISONER OF CHILLON: INTRODUCTORY SONNET by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE SHOOTING OF DAN MCGREW by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE AN ARAB WELCOME by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE FROGS: THE RIVAL POETS by ARISTOPHANES ASPIRATIONS: 4 by MATHILDE BLIND THE FAIRY FORT by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE LITTLE PEOPLE OF THE SNOW by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE NAME by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON ON THE BEACH; LINES BY A PRIVATE TUTOR by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY |