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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
QUIEN SABE?, FR. PETER BROWN, by JOHN FRANCIS WALLER Poet's Biography First Line: The breeze of the evening that cools the hot air Last Line: If no breeze and no wave were to kiss them? Who knows? | |||
THE breeze of the evening that cools the hot air, That kisses the orange and shakes out thy hair, Is its freshness less welcome, less sweet its perfume That you know not the region from which it is come? Whence the wind blows, where the wind goes, Hither and thither and whither -- who knows? Who knows? Hither and thither -- but whither -- who knows? The river for ever glides singing along, The rose on the bank bends a-down to its song; And the flower, as it listens, unconsciously dips, Till the rising wave glistens and kisses its lips. But why the wave rises and kisses the rose, And why the rose stoops for those kisses -- who knows? Who knows? And away flows the river -- but whither -- who knows? Let me be the breeze, love, that wanders along, The river that ever rejoices in song; Be thou to my fancy the orange in bloom, The rose by the river that gives its perfume. Would the fruit be so golden, so fragrant the rose, If no breeze and no wave were to kiss them? Who knows? Who knows? If no breeze and no wave were to kiss them? Who knows? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPINNING-WHEEL [SONG] by JOHN FRANCIS WALLER A WAKING DREAM, FR. ISABEL CLARE by JOHN FRANCIS WALLER IN ANSWER TO MR. POPE by ANNE FINCH FOR DECORATION DAY: 1861-1865 by RUPERT HUGHES SONNET: TO HOMER by JOHN KEATS THE ANGEL'S SONG; CAROL by EDMUND HAMILTON SEARS THE SNOW MAN by WALLACE STEVENS ON HEARING THAT THE STUDENTS OF OUR NEW UNIVERSITY JOINED AGITATION .. by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |
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