THOUGHT is fragrant like shining grass; It makes for our spirits a lovely mead; As animals taste the grass in shadow On pensive lawns, our spirits feed. There are seasons when thought lies hidden and cold, As in winter the grass lies under the snow; But the springtime of thought is unforeseen, For our fitful need it seems to grow. Thought is most often like shining grass; -- But thought has a varied form and way; It is like the round leaf of a violet, Or the feathery line of a fir-tree spray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DESERT FLOWERS by KEITH CASTELLAINE DOUGLAS PRE-EXISTENCE by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE THE TRAGICAL HISTORY OF THE LIFE AND DEATH OF DOCTOR FAUSTUS by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE SWITZERLAND AND ITALY by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES THE STORY OF FIORDISPINA, FR. ORLANDO FURIOSO by LUDOVICO (LODOVICO) ARIOSTO THE WOLF AND SHEPHERDS; A FABLE by JAMES BEATTIE |