A SINGULAR virtue is in the heat of spring, The first great heat that, like a murmurless stream, Whelms us about. The languor of a dream Is poured around us. Sun and stillness wring All keenness from activity, yet bring An easiness of living, peace supreme. More sweet than vigorous pinions do I deem A happy hovering on uncertain wing. In its enchantment we disown our race For peoples of less restlessness and wrath; Sicilian shepherds piping in a space Of sunlit pasture-land or checkered path, Moors blinking idly in the market-place, Or Roman courtiers sauntering to the bath. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROUGE BOUQUET [MARCH 7, 1918] by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER AFTER MUSIC by JOSEPHINE PRESTON PEABODY THE WELL OF ST. KEYNE by ROBERT SOUTHEY INVITATION TO A PAINTER: 1 by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM DESCRIBES THE PLACE WHERE CYNTHIA IS SPORTING HERSELF by PHILIP AYRES AT A SEACOAST TAVERN by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |