FRAIL Travellers, deftly flickering over the flowers; O living flowers against the heedless blue Of summer days, what sends them dancing through This fiery-blossom'd revel of the hours? Theirs are the musing silences between The enraptured crying of shrill birds that make Heaven in the wood while summer dawns awake; And theirs the faintest winds that hush the green. And they are as my soul that wings its way Out of the starlit dimness into morn: And they are as my tremulous being -- born To know but this, the phantom glare of day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE PLOUGHER [OR PLOWER] by PADRAIC COLUM THE RETORT by GEORGE POPE MORRIS THE DAY-DREAM: MORAL by ALFRED TENNYSON EUROPE; THE 72ND AND 73RD YEARS OF THESE STATES by WALT WHITMAN |