I WHEN the poppies, with their shields, Sentinel Forest and the harvest fields, In the bell Of a blossom, fair to see, There I stall the bumble-bee, My good stud; There I stable him and hold, Harness him with hairy gold; There I ease his burly back Of the honey and its sack Gathered from each bud. II Where the glow-worm lights its lamp, There I lie; Where, above the grasses damp, Moths go by; Now within the fussy brook, Where the waters wind and crook Round the rocks, I go sailing down the gloom Straddling on a wisp of broom; Or, beneath the owlet moon, Trip it to the cricket's tune Tossing back my locks. III Ere the crowfoot on the lawn Lifts its head, Or the glow-worm's light be gone, Dim and dead, In a cobweb hammock deep, 'Twixt two ferns I swing and sleep, Hid away; Where the drowsy musk-rose blows And a dreamy runnel flows, In the land of Faery, Where no mortal thing can see, All the elfin day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FULL OF LIFE NOW by WALT WHITMAN PRAYER OF COLUMBUS by WALT WHITMAN WRITTEN IN IRELAND by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK AUTUMNAL SONNET by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM LILIES: 15 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE DEATH OF HAMPDEN by PAKENHAM THOMAS BEATTY PSALM 80 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A QUARTET ('THE MIKADO' AT CAMBRIDGE) by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |