@3Largius hic campos aether, et lumine vestit Purpureo, solemque suum, sua sidera norunt.@1 OH, THE fields aflame with poppies, Buttercups and columbine! Oh, the haze on glade and coppice, Haunt of clematis and vine! Slopes of green and skies propitious, And the air a draft delicious, One ethereal anodyne. Oh, the sweet acacia flinging Golden tassels to the breeze; And the wild canaries singing In and out the almond trees! Spires of apricot and cherry— Lanes of lilies—and the merry Meadowlark upon the leas! Oh, the purpling hills, the mountains, Towns that hallow bight and bay, Creeks and canyons, vales and fountains— But to tell them is to pray!— For their names fulfill the chorus Of a thousand saints that o'er us Swing their censers, night and day. Oh, the sun, his chariot turning, Hither wheels precipitate, Royal bannered, westward—burning, Glorifies the Golden Gate!— Sinks behind the Farallones, Where his trans-Elysian throne is, Where he keeps nocturnal state. Lo, the stars—a purer argent— Furrow fields—a deeper blue! And the city from the margent Of the ocean leaps in view, Climbs the hills of heaven untiring— Lilies, poppies, flushing, firing All the West with bloom anew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER NIGHT, RIVERSIDE by SARA TEASDALE GOLDEN HILL by HAMILTON FISH ARMSTRONG THE PURITAN by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. I KNOW THAT YOU ARE SELF-CONSCIOUS by EDWARD CARPENTER VISIONS IN VERSE: 9. DEATH. VISION THE LAST by NATHANIEL COTTON THE RESOLUTION by ABRAHAM COWLEY TO G. W. C. by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH |