SUPINELY we lie in the grove's shady greenery, Gazing, all dreamy-eyed, up through the trees, -- And as to the sight is the heavenly scenery, So to the hearing the sigh of the breeze. We catch but vague rifts of the blue through the wavering Boughs of the maples; and, alike undefined, The whispers and lisps of the leaves, faint and quavering, Meaningless falter and fall on the mind. The vine, with its beauty of blossom, goes rioting Up by the casement, as sweet to the eye As the trill of the robin is restful and quieting Heard in a drowse with the dawn in the sky. And yet we yearn on to learn more of the mystery -- We see and we hear, but forever remain Mute, blind and deaf to the ultimate history Born of a rose or a patter of rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UP AT A VILLA - DOWN IN THE CITY by ROBERT BROWNING FRAGMENT 113 by HILDA DOOLITTLE GREEK SONG: 1. THE STORM OF DELPHI by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS CANADA by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 6 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONGS OF TRAVEL: 2. YOUTH AND LOVE: 1 by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: THE PREFACE by EDWARD TAYLOR |