BEHOLD Fiammetta, shown in Vision here. Gloom-girt 'mid Spring-flushed apple-growth she stands; And as she sways the branches with her hands, Along her arm the sundered blooms fall sheer, In separate petals shed, each like a tear; While from the quivering bough the bird expands His wings. And lo! thy spirit understands Life shaken and shower'd and flown, and Death drawn near. All stirs with change. Her garments beat the air; The angel circling round her aureole Shimmers in flight against the tree's grey bole: While she, with reassuring eyes most fair, A presage and a promise stands; as 'twere On Death's dark storm the rainbow of the Soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VAGABOND SONG by BLISS CARMAN WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL AN HYMN TO THE EVENING by PHILLIS WHEATLEY WOODBINES IN OCTOBER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES SONNETS OF SEVEN CITIES: NEW ORLEANS by BERTON BRALEY THERE'S WISDOM IN WOMEN by RUPERT BROOKE EPIGRAMS ON CASTLEREAGH by GEORGE GORDON BYRON LINES ON A PICTURE OF A GIRL IN THE ATTITUDE OF A PRAYER BY THE ARTIST GRUSE by THOMAS CAMPBELL |