O HOLY Spirit of the Hazel, hearken now: Though shining suns and silver moons burn on the bough, And though the fruit of stars by many myriads gleam, Yet in the undergrowth below, still in thy dream, Lighting the monstrous maze and labyrinthine gloom Are many gem-winged flowers with gay and delicate bloom. And in the shade, hearken, O Dreamer of the Tree, One wild-rose blossom of thy spirit breathed on me With lovely and still light: a little sister flower To those that whitely on the tall moon-branches tower. Lord of the Hazel, now, O hearken while I pray. This wild-rose blossom of thy spirit fades away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LOVER'S QUARREL by ROBERT BROWNING HAMATREYA by RALPH WALDO EMERSON FALSE POETS AND TRUE; TO WORDSWORTH by THOMAS HOOD A SUNRISE SONG by SIDNEY LANIER PROMETHEUS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 14 by OMAR KHAYYAM MAIDEN MELANCHOLY by RAINER MARIA RILKE |