COME with me, follow me, swift as a moth, Ere the wood-doves waken. Lift the long leaves and look down, look down Where the light is shaken, Amber and brown, On the woven ivory roots of the reed, On a floating flower and a weft of weed And a feather of froth. Here in the night all wonders are, Lapped in the lift of the ripple's swing, A silver shell and a shaken star, And a white moth's wing. Here the young moon when the mists unclose Swims like the bud of a golden rose. I would live like an elf where the wild grapes cling, I would chase the thrush From the red rose-berries. All the day long I would laugh and swing With the black choke-cherries. I would shake the bees from the milkweed blooms, And cool, O cool, Night after night I would leap in the pool, And sleep with the fish in the roots of the rush. Clear, O clear my dreams should be made Of emerald light and amber shade, Of silver shallows and golden glooms. Sweet, O sweet my dreams should be As the dark, sweet water enfolding me Safe as a blind shell under the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE OF DREAMS by SARA TEASDALE EXILE OF ERIN by THOMAS CAMPBELL CENTENNIAL MEDITATION OF COLUMBIA by SIDNEY LANIER ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE: THE POWER OF MUSIC by SAMUEL LISLE RESERVE by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE PENITENTIAL PSALM: 130. DE PROFUNDIS by THOMAS WYATT SABBATH HYMN by SOLOMON BEN MOSES HA-LEVI ALKABEZ |