@2D@1ELIA and I are driving alone,— Driving, driving; Sleepily jogs the reliable roan, And over the meadows the blossoms are blown, And the song of the thrush finds an echoing tone— Shriving, Shriving my soul to be clear as her own. Delia and I are moving content,— Moving, moving; And few words are spoken, but many are meant; She smiles at the sunshine, on @3her@1 I'm intent, And still through the wood steals the jessamine scent, Proving, Proving our hearts and laughing at Lent. Delia and I are turning toward home,— Turning, turning; The stars are alight in the infinite dome,— The field-hues have faded to glimmering chrome, The moon-ship is launched from horizons of loam;— Learning, Learning the roads that lead lovers to Rome! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FORECLOSURE by STERLING ALLEN BROWN THE STATUE AND THE BUST by ROBERT BROWNING EPISTLE TO JAMES SMITH by ROBERT BURNS IN THE HOLY NATIVITY [OF OUR LORD GOD]; AS SUNG BY SHEPHERDS by RICHARD CRASHAW A PRAYER by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR |