I WOULD that my lips might pour out in thy praise A fitting melody -- an air sublime, -- A song sun-washed and draped in dreamy haze -- The floss and velvet of luxurious rhyme: A lay wrought of warm languors, and o'er-brimmed With balminess, and fragrance of wild flowers Such as the droning bee ne'er wearies of -- Such thoughts as might be hymned To thee from this midsummer land of ours Through shower and sunshine, blent for very love. II Deep silences in woody aisles wherethrough Cool paths go loitering, and where the trill Of best-remembered birds hath something new In cadence for the hearing -- lingering still Through all the open day that lies beyond; Reaches of pasture-lands, vine-wreathen oaks, Majestic still in pathos of decay; -- The road -- the wayside pond Wherein the dragon-fly an instant soaks His filmy wing-tips ere he flits away. III And I would pluck from out the dank, rich mold, Thick-shaded from the sun of noon, the long Lithe stalks of barley, topped with ruddy gold, And braid them in the meshes of my song; And with them I would tangle wheat and rye, And wisps of greenest grass the katydid E'er crept beneath the blades of, sulkily, As harvest-hands went by; And weave of all, as wildest fancy bid, A crown of mingled song and bloom for thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UTOPIA by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON UPLANDS IN MAY by CARL SANDBURG SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 28 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING RESURRECTION, IMPERFECT by JOHN DONNE TOMMY [ATKINS] by RUDYARD KIPLING THOMAS MACDONAGH by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 7 by EZRA POUND ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 13. TO AUTHOR OF MEMOIRS OF HOUSE OF BRANDENBURGH by MARK AKENSIDE |