O wild bee humming in the gorse, O wild dove croodling in the woods, Know ye not she is false as fair, A sweet Caprice with bitter moods? For bitter-sweet her wild kiss is, And bitter-sweet her haunting voice: How oft my eyes have filled with tears When she hath bid me to rejoice! O loved Caprice, is thine the fault Or is the bitterness all mine! Art thou the quenchless Thirst of Joy And I the lees of thy spilt wine? Oh, greenness, greenness everywhere, Oh, whisper of green leaves, green grass, Surely the glory is not gone, Surely the glory shall not pass? I long for some lost magic thing, A voice; a gleam, a joy, a pain: Wild doves, your old-time strain once more, Wild bees, wild bees, come back again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PASA THALASSA THALASSA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON MUTABILITY (2) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY TO LORD BYRON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNET: MAN VERSUS ASCETIC. 1 by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON THE UNITED STATES SUPREME COURT by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: THE FOUNT OF TRUTH by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |