IT WAS the Fairy Wood: We called it so, for all we knew of good And beautiful and beyond belief remote Dwelt in those brakes of foxglove and bright fern Whose feathery birches seemed to poise and float Over young grasses sung through by a burn, And birds made music in that solitude. Not far away the tide With the changing weather roared and moaned and sighed, And that salt savour mid the branches hung And that blue splendour flashed across the green, And sea-blue and leaf-green together clung Inseparable, and the skyey blue between Made a third rapture in that singing pride. For color seemed to sing In that young shade and living light of spring; And in the happy birds and chattering stream And whisper of leaves and that sea-breathing voice And winds that walked the pathways of my dream And your clear notes that bade all these rejoice, Song seemed no less than color on the wing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O DREAMS, O DESTINATIONS by CECIL DAY LEWIS SONNET TO GEORGE SAND: 2. A DESIRE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING OF THE THEME OF LOVE by MARGARET LUCAS CAVENDISH INSPIRATION by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1822-1882) THE CROSS; TO THE MOTHERS OF THE MARTYRED DEAD UPON FIELD OF BATTLE by JOSEPHINE TURCK BAKER |