RETURN to greet me, colours that were my joy, Not in the woeful crimson of men slain, But shining as a garden; come with the streaming Banners of dawn and sundown after rain. I want to fill my gaze with blue and silver, Radiance through living roses, spires of green Rising in young-limbed copse and lovely wood Where the hueless wind passes and cries unseen. I am not sad; only I long for lustre. I am tired of the greys and browns and the leafless ash. I would have hours that move like a glitter of dancers Far from the angry guns that boom and flash. Return, musical, gay with blossom and fleetness, Days when my sight shall be clear and my heart rejoice; Come from the sea with breadth of approaching brightness, When the blithe wind laughs on the hills with uplifted voice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OSCAR HUMMEL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A YOUTH TO HIS FATHER by WALTER R. ADAMS THE SISTER'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE CHRYSANTHEMUMS by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER IN THE STILLNESS O' THE NIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES THE ATAVISTIC MAID by BERTON BRALEY THE HERETIC'S TRAGEDY by ROBERT BROWNING |