Like flame-wing'd harps the seed blooms lie Amid the shadowy sycamores. The music of each leaflet's sigh Thrills them continually, The small harps of the sycamores. Small birds innumerable find rest And shelter 'midst the sycamores. Their songs (of love in a warm soft nest) Are faintly echoed east and west By the red harps o' the sycamores. The dewfall and the starshine make Amidst the shadowy sycamores Sweet delicate strains; the gold beams shake The leaves at morn, and swift awake The small harps of the sycamores. O sweet Earth's music everywhere, Though faint as in the sycamores: Sweet when buds burst, birds pair; Sweet when as thus there wave in the air The red harps of the sycamores. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY GARDEN by RALPH WALDO EMERSON I AM THE WAY' by ALICE MEYNELL THE CAVALIER'S SONG by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL WRESTLING by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PSALM 119 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ECHOES OF SPRING: 4 by MATHILDE BLIND THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 67. THE THREE AGES OF WOMAN: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |