When Wordsworth found those beds of daffodil Beside the lake, a pleasant sight he saw; I came upon a sweetbriar near a rill, In all its summer bloom, without a flaw: The set of all its flowers my thought recalls, And how they took the wind with easy grace; They rode their arches, shook their coronals, And stirred their streamers o'er the water's face. And oh! to watch those azure demoiselles Glimpsing about the rosy sprays, that dipt Among the weeds, - how daintily equipt They were! how pure their blue against the pink! Light, flitting forms, that haunt our ponds and wells, Seen, lost and seen, along the reedy brink. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 14. OVER THE COFFIN by THOMAS HARDY SPELT FROM SIBYL'S LEAVES by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE SUPPLIANTS: PRAYER FOR DELIVERANCE. CHORUS by AESCHYLUS THE MORAL FABLES: THE TALE OF THE TWO MICE by AESOP THE ORDER OF NATURE by ANICIUS MANLIUS SEVERINUS BOETHIUS LIKE A SICK CHILD by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THIS SWEET AND MERRY MONTH OF MAY by WILLIAM BYRD |