When they require gardens in their lives, The thieves have shorn monotonous and gray, A form of nodding colour which revives A house of desolation locked in clay; When they demand another cloud of rain To make the earth unfold the hyacinth, Wistaria vines to cool the throbbing vein, Felicity to fold the labyrinth, They raise their eyes to her whose grace and wit Reanimate the shadows of the room, Her eyes nocturnal beings exquisite With witchery to make the stillness bloom; Dark gypsy lovers bringing haunting fire Whose dancers, mimes and clowns with moons conspire. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IS YOUR TOWN NINEVEH? by MARIANNE MOORE NIGHT PIECE (2) by EDITH SITWELL AN INVITE TO ETERNITY by JOHN CLARE RELIGIO LAICI; OR, A LAYMAN'S FAITH by JOHN DRYDEN QUATRAIN: FATE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON RETREAT by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON IN THE ROOM by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) |