O'er the Campagna it is dim warm weather; The Spring comes with a full heart silently, And many thoughts; a faint flash of the sea Divides two mists; straight falls the falling feather. With wild Spring meanings hill and plain together Grow pale, or just flush with a dust of flowers. Rome in the ages, dimmed with all her towers, Floats in the midst, a little cloud at tether. I fain would put my hands about thy face, Thou with thy thoughts, who art another Spring, And draw thee to me like a mournful child. Thou lookest on me from another place; I touch not this day's secret, nor the thing That in the silence makes thy sweet eyes wild. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BISHOP HATTO [AND THE RATS] by ROBERT SOUTHEY OF HIS CONVERSION by WILLIAM ALABASTER STORM AT SEA (2) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 15. RATHER DEEDS THAN WORDS by PHILIP AYRES MATRIMONIAL MELODIES: 4. AMPLE by BERTON BRALEY BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 1. THE FIFTH SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |