WHERE hints of racy sap and gum Out of the old dark forest come; Where birds their beaks like hammers wield, And pith is pierced, and bark is peeled; Where the green walnut's outer rind Gives precious bitterness to the wind; -- There lurks the sweet creative power, As lurks the honey in the flower. In winter's bud that bursts in spring, In nut of autumn's ripening, In acrid bulb beneath the mold, Sleeps the elixir, strong and old, That Rosicrucians sought in vain, -- Life that renews itself again! What bottled perfume is so good As fragrance of split tulip-wood? What fabled drink of god or Muse Was rich as purple mulberry-juice? And what school-polished gem of thought Is like the rune from Nature caught? He is a poet strong and true Who loves wild thyme and honey-dew; And like a brown bee works and sings, With morning freshness on his wings, And a gold burden on his thighs, -- The pollen-dust of centuries! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUND OF HEAVEN by FRANCIS THOMPSON WHAT THEY ASK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS DEATH by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK THE LOST GODS ABIDING by WILLIAM ROSE BENET ECHOES OF SPRING: 2 by MATHILDE BLIND THE INDIGO BIRD by JOHN BURROUGHS VERAZZANO AT RHODES AND RHODE ISLAND by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH EUTHANASIA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO THE MOST PRINCELY AND VERTUOUS THE LADY ELIZABETH by THOMAS CAMPION |