O Spark, you winged from secret woodland forges Where starry hammers beat a tune of dreams; Their smoke hangs fragrant blue mist in the gorges, Their pulse is throbbing wildly in the streams. You are a presence from recurrent wonder That patterns through the urge into the leaf. On quivering flanks of the retreating thunder Your notes turn banners, glorious and brief. Brief like the rapture that this day uncloses, O fitting song that sings long after still . . . You show the path -- we seek the wild new roses, You hint of distance -- and we climb the hill. Against the woodland's haze your flaming breast! You gave the clue and we must find the rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX by ROBERT BROWNING AMERICA (1) by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT HIS PRAYER TO PECUNIA by RICHARD BARNFIELD WILD WEATHER by KATHARINE LEE BATES PSALM 119 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE OUT IN THE FIELDS [WITH GOD] by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |