OH! flame of grass, shot upward from the earth, Keen with a thousand quivering sunlit fires, Green with the sap of satisfied desires And sweet fulfilment of your sad pale birth, Behold! I clasp you as a lover might, Roll on you, bathing in the noonday sun, And, if it might be, I would fain be one With all your odour, mystery and light, Oh flame of grass! For here, to chasten my untimely gloom, My lady took my hand, and spoke my name; The sun was on her gold hair like a flame; The bright wind smote her forehead like perfume; The daisies darkened at her feet; she came, As Spring comes, scattering incense on your bloom Oh flame of grass! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...QUATRAIN: FATE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE LAMENT: A BALLAD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PETITION (2) by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE FLAG TRIUMPHANT by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN FUTURITY by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE FLYING SQUIRREL by MARY E. BURT |