Now have come the shining day When field and wood are robed anew, And o'er the world a silver haze Mingles the emerald with the blue. Summer now doth clothe the land In garments free from spot or stain -- The lustrous leaves, the hills untanned, The vivid meads, the glaucous grain. The day looks new, a coin unworn, Freshly stamped in heavenly mint: The sky keeps on its look of morn; Of age and death there is no hint. How soft the landscape near and far! A shining veil the trees infold; The day remembers moon and star; A silver lining hath its gold. Again I see the clover bloom, And wade in grasses lush and sweet; Again has vanished all my gloom With daisies smiling at my feet. Again from out the garden hives The exodus of frenzied bees; The humming cyclone onward drives, Or finds repose amid the trees. At dawn the river seems a shade -- A liquid shadow deep as space; But when the sun the mist has laid, A diamond shower smites its face. The season's tide now nears its height, And gives to earth an aspect new; Now every shoal is hid from sight, With current fresh as morning dew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OUTLAW'S SONG by JOANNA BAILLIE UNDER A THOUSAND WORDS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE SLAVE MARKET by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE LITTLE FRIEND; WRITTEN IN THE BOOK WHICH SHE MADE & SENT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING RED COTTON NIGHT-CAP COUNTRY; OR, TURF AND TOWERS: PART 2 by ROBERT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 6. PALINGENSIS: A PRAYER by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |