COY in a covert of the glossy bracken My love and I sat warm, enchanted, silent, And watched one tree against the molten azure; Its leaves were fretted gold-work in the sunset, And on a bough that glistered like vermilion, A roseate bird of paradise sat preening. Alas! my love arose and went in anger: The east wind blew, and all the sky grew leaden, The bloom and gloss from off the bracken faded. And, in the hueless larch that I was watching, On one brown branch, caught by the storms and broken, Still sat and preened a common songless fieldfare. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH: FOR A VIRGIN LADY by COUNTEE CULLEN TO MY HONOURED FRIEND DR. CHARLETON by JOHN DRYDEN WINTER SONG by LUDWIG HENRICH CHRISTOPH HOLTY SONNET: TO FANNY by JOHN KEATS FULFILLMENT by ROBERT MALISE BOWYER NICHOLS NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 4 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE BALLAD OF NEW ORLEANS by GEORGE HENRY BOKER |