LOVE clasps his arms around the awakening bride, Till from the sullen foliage of her heart Passion and thought and hope impulsive start: So April, down this rolling garden-side, Wakes blossom on the rhododendron's crest, -- Volcanic crimson from a burning world, Fire, buried and lost, in maiden foliage furled, Now blazoned to the waters and the West. For, all the smouldering embers of her soul Lay hidden in glossy darkness with no sign, Till Love, onrushing like a storm unseal'd, Scatter'd the bud-sheaths, and the glowing coal, In flames like petals, with a scent of wine, Leapt furious, and the Woman smiled, reveal'd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HALF-WAKING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM WHERE A ROMAN VILLA STOOD, ABOVE FREIBURG' by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE AT THE CLOSED GATE OF JUSTICE by JAMES DAVID CORROTHERS TO MUSIC [TO BECALM HIS FEVER] by ROBERT HERRICK ON A BEAUTIFUL DAY by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) ON THE THRESHOLD by ASTLEY H. BALDWIN THE LAMENT: A BALLAD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD YWAIN AND GAWAIN: THE WINNING OF THE LADY OF THE FOUNTAIN by CHRETIEN DE TROYES |