YE have seen me in the skies, Yet beneath the ground I rise; Sometimes far above your head, Sometimes deep below your tread. Where the forest boughs entwine, Baffling still the gay sunshine; Gaze aloft, and you will see In myself their tracery. Laughing eye and dimpling smile May be even me awhile; Playful words, like javelins thrown, As myself you often own. Many a sunny stream ye trace, Rippling in my calm embrace; Still I watch the secret shrine Of the rich and ruddy wine. Nave, and choir, and aisle, I trow, All to me their glories owe; Even a seraph form by me, Greater, fairer yet may be. Many a loved one may be laid In my sadly solemn shade; On your brow I now may dwell, While your lips my name will tell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUT OF THE OLD HOUSE, NANCY by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON GASCOIGNE'S GOOD MORROW by GEORGE GASCOIGNE SOMETHING BEYOND by MARY CLEMMER AMES HUDSON ITALIA, IO TI SALUTO!' by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI VAIN EXCUSE by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG VERSES, SUGGESTED BY THE FUNERAL OF AN EPITAPH IN BURY CHURCH-YARD by BERNARD BARTON AN ANNOTATION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |