I stand with Time upon the planet's brink. Fancy unwinds her films -- a flashing spool. Boyhood at marbles near the old red school, And in the marsh the happy bobolink Singing to reeds, pauses to dine and drink. A pert spring voice is crying "April Fool." Bright is the cowslip's gold, and boggy-cool Pasque-flowers wet with glorious sun-gems wink. Once more the hour of Youth, and love-in-shadows; What heart alive but breathes the lover's tale? Soft winds are whispering to tender willows, And when from England's shores fond thoughts prevail, I hear again what to his Nightingale Sang Adonais through the Kilbourne meadows! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7. CHERRY RIPE by THOMAS CAMPION THE RETIRED CAT by WILLIAM COWPER THE UNSUNG HEROES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR I DID THIS FOR THEE! WHAT HAST THOU DONE FOR ME? by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL |