About the knoll the airs blew fresh and brisk, And, musing as I sat, I held my watch Upon my open palm; its smooth bright disk Was uppermost, and so it came to catch, And dwarf, the figure of a waving tree, Backed by the West. A tiny sunshine peeped About a tiny elm, - and both were steeped In royal metal, flaming ruddily: How lovely was that vision to behold! How passing sweet that fairy miniature, That streamed and flickered o'er the burning gold! God of small things and great! do Thou ensure Thy gift of sight, till all my days are told, Bless all its bliss, and keep its pleasures pure! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH: FOR MY GRANDMOTHER by COUNTEE CULLEN THE LADY'S 'YES' by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE FACTORY; 'TIS AN ACCURSED THING! by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON TO ALISON CUNNINGHAM; FROM HER BOY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |