Quick gleam! that ridest on the gossamer! How oft I see thee, with thy wavering lance, Tilt at the midges in their evening dance, A gentle joust set on by summer air! How oft I watch thee from my garden-chair! And failing that, I search the lawns and bowers, To find thee floating o'er the fruits and flowers, And doing thy sweet work in silence there: Thou art the poet's darling, ever sought In the fair garden or the breezy mead; The wind dismounts thee not; thy buoyant thread Is as the sonnet, poising one bright thought, That moves but does not vanish! borne along Like light, -- a golden drift through all the song! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DICK, A MAGGOT by JONATHAN SWIFT INTROSPECTION by GEORGE ARNOLD MUSIC OF NATURE by E. JUSTINE BAYARD SUBWAY by CLARA EXLINE BOCKOVEN TO ROBERT BURNS; AN EPISTLE ON INSTINCT by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE BALLAD OF JEAN LAFITTE by LOIA C. CHEANEY |