AN altered look about the hills; A Tyrian light the village fills; A wider sunrise in the dawn; A deeper twilight on the lawn; A print of a vermilion foot; A purple finger on the slope; A flippant fly upon the pane; A spider at his trade again; An added strut in chanticleer; A flower expected everywhere; An axe shrill singing in the woods; Fern-odors on untravelled roads, -- All this, and more I cannot tell, A furtive look you know as well, And Nicodemus' mystery Receives its annual reply. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG [OF DIVINE LOVE] by RICHARD CRASHAW THE WAVES OF BREFFNY by EVA GORE-BOOTH NEW PRINCE, NEW POMP by ROBERT SOUTHWELL THE WASTE PLACES by JAMES STEPHENS PEBBLES by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE FIRST-FOOT by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |