IN the land of flag-lilies, Where burst in golden clangours The joy-bells of the broom, You were full of willy-nillies, Pets, and bee-like angers: Flaming like a dusky poppy, In a wrathful bloom. You were full of sweet and sour, Like a dish of strawberries Set about with curd. In your petulant foot was power, In your wilful innocences, Your wild and fragrant word. O, was it you that sweetly spake, Or I that sweetly heard? Yellow were the wheat-ways, The poppies were most red; And all your meet and feat ways, Your sudden bee-like snarlings, -- Ah, do you remember, Darling of the darlings? Or is it but an ember, A rusted peal of joy-bells, Their golden buzzings dead? Now at one, and now at two, Swift to pout and swift to woo, The maid I knew: Still I see the dusked tresses -- But the old angers, old caresses? Still your eyes are autumn thunders, But where are @3you,@1 child, you? This your beauty is a script Writ with pencil brightest-dipt -- Oh, it is the fairest scroll For a young, departed soul! -- Thus you say: 'Thrice three years ago to-day, There was one Shall no more beneath the sun Darkle, fondle, featly play. If to think on her be gloom, Rejoice she has so rich a tomb!' But there's he -- Ask thou not who it may be! -- That, until Time's boughs are bare, Shall be unconsoled for her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD-BY AND KEEP COLD by ROBERT FROST ROME. AT THE PYRAMID OF CESTIUS NEAR THE GRAVES OF SHELLEY by THOMAS HARDY FIRELIGHT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE DAUGHTER OF THE BLIND by ANNE M. F. ANNAN |