Cold winds can never freeze, nor thunder sour The cup of cheer that Beauty draws for me Out of those azure Heavens and this green Earth -- I drink and drink, and thirst the more I see. To see the dewdrops thrill the blades of grass, Makes my whole body shake; for here's my choice Of either sun or shade, and both are green -- A Chaffinch laughs in his melodious voice. The banks are stormed by Speedwell, that blue flower So like a little Heaven with one star out; I see an amber lake of Buttercups, And Hawthorn foams the hedges round about. The old Oak tree looks now so green and young, That even Swallows perch awhile and sing: This is that time of year, so sweet and warm, When Bats wait not for Stars ere they take wing. As long as I love Beauty I am young, Am young or old as I love more or less; When Beauty is not heeded or seems stale, My life's a cheat, let Death end my distress. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY A MOTHER'S LOVE by JAMES MONTGOMERY SONGS OF TRAVEL: 44 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 96 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE MERRIMAC by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 1. THE HAPPENING by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS THE FROGS: AN 'AESCHYLEAN' CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES THE BALLAD OF BAZILE BORGNE by IDA COLE BARTLATT THE IMPROVISATORE: THE INDUCTION TO THE THIRD FYTTE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |