FULL summer and at noon ; from a waste bed Convolvulus, musk-mallow, poppies spread The triumph of the sunshine overhead. Blue on refulgent ash-trees lies the heat ; It tingles on the hedge-rows ; the young wheat Sleeps, warm in golden verdure, at my feet. The pale, sweet grasses of the hayfield blink ; The heath-moors, as the bees of honey drink. Suck the deep bosom of the day. To think Of all that beauty by the light defined None shares my vision ! Sharply on my mind Presses the sorrow : fern and flower are blind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRISONER OF CHILLON: INTRODUCTORY SONNET by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE DOG by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES AN ANCIENT TO ANCIENTS by THOMAS HARDY THE POSY RING by CLEMENT MAROT LAMENT by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY |