SO shall this book wax like unto a well, Fairy with mirrored flowers about the brim, Or like some tarn, that wailing curlews skim, Glassing the sallow uplands or brown fell; And so, as men go down into a dell (Weary with noon) to find relief and shade, When on the uneasy sick-bed we are laid, We shall go down into thy book, and tell The leaves, once blank, to build again for us Old summer dead and ruined and the time Of later autumn with the corn in stook. So shalt thou stint the meagre winter thus Of his projected triumph, and the rime Shall melt before the sunshine in thy book. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 30 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI WHISPERS OF HEAVENLY DEATH by WALT WHITMAN THE SEVEN AGAINST THEBES: NEWS OF WAR by AESCHYLUS IT IS ENOUGH by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |