Tell me maiden dost thou use Thyself thro nature to diffuse All the angles of the coast Were tenanted by thy sweet ghost Bore thy colours every flower Thine each leaf & berry bore All wore thy badges & thy favours In their scent or in their savours Every moth with painted wing Every bird in caroling The woodboughs with thy manners waved The rocks uphold thy name engraved The sod throbbed friendly to my feet And the sweet air with thee was sweet The saffron cloud that floated warm Studied thy motion, took thy form, And in his airy road benign Recalled thy skill in bold design Or seemed to use his privilege To gaze over the horizon's edge To search where now thy beauty glowed Or made what other purlieus proud? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WE CAN'T WRITE OURSELVES INTO ETERNAL LIFE by DAVID IGNATOW BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE BEAR by EDITH SITWELL WINTER NIGHT SONG by SARA TEASDALE TO A DARK GIRL by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT A CONTEMPLATION UPON FLOWERS by HENRY KING (1592-1669) |