ALL day the sun and rain have been as friends, Each vying with the other which shall be Most generous in dowering earth and sea With their glad wealth, till each, as it descends, Is mingled with the other, where it blends In one warm, glimmering mist that falls on me As once God's smile fell over Galilee. The lily-cup, filled with it, droops and bends Like some white saint beside a sylvan shrine In silent prayer; the roses at my feet, Baptized with it as with a crimson wine, Gleam radiant in grasses grown so sweet, The blossoms lift, with tenderness divine, Their wet eyes heavenward with these of mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CELEBRATION by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS FATIGUE; EPIGRAM by HILAIRE BELLOC THE BONNIE BLUE FLAG by ANNIE CHAMBERS KETCHUM ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 110 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE PILGRIM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SEEKING WATERS by DORIS R. BECK THE YOUNG FOWLER THAT MISTOOK HIS GAME; AN IDYLLIUM by BION HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 10 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: BLUEBEARD by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |