IN my hands I have taken the rain that fell,— The drops that are warm as are tears that rain; I have drunk of the draught as a witch's spell For rueful bane, That so my soul in your soul should dwell. I have taken the seed from the granary shed— The seed that scatters like hailstones lost; I have sown in the furrows all hardenéd With morning frost, That so your mouth should not lack for bread. I have taken the grasses and leaves that fade— The leaves and grasses whose life is spent; Of these a smooth high flame have I made And redolent, To cheer your vigil of dawn delayed. With your laughing eyes and your glossy hair, The shame of your face and your mouth's red rim, I have made a bewildering dawn to flare With beams of joy and a harp's loud hymn ... And the day as a hive hums thro' the air! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO BE LIKED BY YOU WOULD BE A CALAMITY by MARIANNE MOORE A HILLSIDE THAW by ROBERT FROST MY HEART'S IN THE HIGHLANDS by ROBERT BURNS OF THE THEME OF LOVE by MARGARET LUCAS CAVENDISH THE USE OF FLOWERS by MARY HOWITT THE BRIDGE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |