ALL the golden air is full of balm and bloom Where the hawthorns line the shelving dyke with flowers. Joyous children born of April's happiest hours, High and low they laugh and lighten, knowing their doom Bright as brief -- to bless and cheer they know not whom, Heed not how, but washed and warmed with suns and showers Smile, and bid the sweet soft gradual banks and bowers Thrill with love of sunlit fire or starry gloom. All our moors and lawns all round rejoice; but here All the rapturous resurrection of the year Finds the radiant utterance perfect, sees the word Spoken, hears the light that speaks it. Far and near, All the world is heaven: and man and flower and bird Here are one at heart with all things seen and heard. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: ELENOR MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO THE LAPLAND LONGSPUR by JOHN BURROUGHS THE WORLD by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI HYMN TO THE FLOWERS by HORACE SMITH LITTLE BELL by THOMAS WESTWOOD A PEASANT WOMAN'S SONG by DION BOUCICAULT HOW CLEAR SHE SHINES by EMILY JANE BRONTE MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE LORD HAYES: SONG OF THE TRANSFORMATION by THOMAS CAMPION |