Mid-morning of mid-June: Her sudden whim Among the guests (who chatted ill at ease): "O let's be married out beneath the trees -- This mantel with its garlands is so prim." As if she said, "Let's row an hour or swim"; As if she said, "Let's pick the white sweet pease, And leave the pink and purple for the bees"; As if she said, "Let's get the shears and trim The lilac stems" . . . Blue lake and bluer sky Merged with the green of earth, of odorous earth, A scarlet tanager went flashing by, The unseen thrasher sang with all his mirth . . . The old dame neighbor said with happy tears: "The sweetest wedding of my eighty years." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VOICE FROM THE SWEAT-SHOPS (A HYMN WITH RESPONSES) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE WANTS OF MAN by JOHN QUINCY ADAMS THE BOOK OF MARTYRS by EMILY DICKINSON HIS SAVIOURS WORDS, GOING TO THE CROSSE by ROBERT HERRICK GLADYS AND HER ISLAND; AN IMPERFECT TALE WITH DOUBTFUL MORAL by JEAN INGELOW NIGHT AND DAY by SIDNEY LANIER |