MY heart thou makest void, and full; Thou giv'st, thou tak'st away my care; O most beloved! most beautiful! I miss, and find thee everywhere! In the sweet water, as it flows; The winds, that kiss me as they pass; The starry shadow of the rose, Sitting beside her on the grass; The daffodilly trying to bless With better light the beauteous air; The lily, wearing the white dress Of sanctuary, to be more fair; The lithe-armed, dainty-fingered brier, That in the woods, so dim and drear, Lights up betimes her tender fire To soothe the homesick pioneer; The moth, his brown sails balancing Along the stubble, crisp and dry; The ground-flower, with a blood-red ring On either hand; the pewet's cry; The friendly robin's gracious note; The hills, with curious weeds o'errun; The althea, in her crimson coat Tricked out to please the wearied sun; The dandelion, whose golden share Is set before the rustic's plough; The hum of insects in the air; The blooming bush; the withered bough; The coming on of eve; the springs Of daybreak, soft and silver bright; The frost, that with rough, rugged wings Blows down the cankered buds; the white, Long drifts of winter snow; the heat Of August falling still and wide; Broad corn fields; one chance stalk of wheat, Standing with bright head hung aside: All things, my darling, all things seem In some strange way to speak of thee; Nothing is half so much a dream, Nothing so much reality. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GUARDIANSHIP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LOVELY CHANCE by SARA TEASDALE THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: OCTOBER by EDMUND SPENSER THE VISION OF SIN by ALFRED TENNYSON STARRY NIGHT by KENNETH SLADE ALLING ODE TO REMORSE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ENGLAND'S PRAYER by WILLIAM BLUNDELL |