THIS rich and swanskin tree has grown From the nymphs' amber blood and bone. What laughter falls like rain or tears Among my boughs, what golden shears? Come gardener, and tie With your long beard of bass, So like the wind's fair hair The pillars of my tree, and win The wind to me. Smooth as the amber skin Of fair Parthenope, And that smooth nymph that changed into a tree Each swan-soft silver skin, Or like Parthenope's smooth voice that falls like amber, Or moonlight falling in her deep sea-tinselled chamber. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUBALTERNS by THOMAS HARDY THE CHARGE AT SANTIAGO by WILLIAM HAMILTON HAYNE VILLANELLE OF CITY AND COUNTRY by ZOE AKINS THE DEEPER FRIENDSHIP by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN MICHAEL THE ARCHANGEL; A STATUETTE: 1; SONNET by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK |