These springs, articulate of resurrection, Do so persuasively recur to bring A youth to every elemental thing Which is one essence in fourfold dissection, Telling what clearer clarities lie locked Within each globe of dew, how wind and flame Clothe variously the unapparent same Infinity whereby the seed is rocked, -- That I forsake a fear which is just And dubious old property of dust, Seeing the common couch of slaves and kings Lonely and dark among the roots of trees Whence I must sometime wake to other springs From sleep which is a sustenance to these. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOST JEWEL by EMILY DICKINSON ELEGY: 16. ON HIS MISTRESS by JOHN DONNE ECCLESIASTES by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP THE SERAPHIM by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 24. ELEGIAC VERSE: THE SEVENTH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |