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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SUMMER FIRE, by ELEANOR ALLEN First Line: Now on the honeyed lattice hangs the fruit Last Line: A summer's fire encased in waxen dome! | |||
Now on the honeyed lattice hangs the fruit as gold as any minted piece of coin, while from the scented fruit the velvet bees their liquid sweet of summer's fire purloin. They swoon above the clustered, golden fruit that came from that far clime, Hesperides. They murmur through the amber afternoon as languorous as leaves upon lime trees. Now fades the dappled sunlight from the glade. The shadows lay their purple-dark upon this amber world of scent, while silence floats as still and light as any gliding swan ... When ermine leaves of winter spread their frost, within the milliard cells of honeycomb will be a honey rich and potent-sweet, a summer's fire encased in waxen dome! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAITH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LINES TO WILLIAM LINLEY WHILE HE SANG A SONG TO PURCELL'S MUSIC by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE BARBER'S by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE LINES COMPOSED AT GRASMERE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE PATRIOTIC MERCHANT PRINCE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS FRATERNITY by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH THE WINGLESS VICTORY by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. VERSES WRITTEN ON THE BACK OF AN OLD VISITATION COPY OF ARMS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO --, WITH ARTHUR AND ALBINA by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |
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