Now that the ashen rain of gummy April Clacks like a weedy and stain'd mill, So that all the tall purple trees Are pied porpoises in swishing seas, And the yellow horses and milch cows Come out of their long frosty house To gape at the straining flags The brown pompous hill wags, I'll seek within the woods' black plinth A candy-sweet sleek wooden hyacinth— And in its creaking naked glaze, And in the varnish of its blaze, The bird of ecstasy shall sing again, The bearded sun shall spring again, —A new ripe fruit upon the sky's high tree, A flowery island in the sky's wide sea— And childish cold ballades, long dead, long mute, Shall mingle with the gayety of bird and fruit, And fall like cool and soothing rain On all the ardour, all the pain Lurking within this tinsel paradise Of trams and cinemas and manufactured ice, Till I am grown again my own lost ghost Of joy, long lost, long given up for lost, And walk again the wild and sweet wildwood Of our lost innocence, our ghostly childhood. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THIS I REMEMBER by ELISABETH CHANNING ALLEN THE HAPPY DAYS WHEN I WER YOUNG by WILLIAM BARNES THE SINGERS OF DELLA ROBBIA by ALFRED BARRETT VILLAGE GREEN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A VALEDICTION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ALTERNATIVE by CHARLES TORY BRUCE EXTEMPORE VERSES ON A TRIAL OF SKILL BETWEEN MSSRS. FIGG AND SUTTON by JOHN BYROM |