Cluster of pregnant berries, pressed In luscious warmth together, Like golden eggs in glassy nest, Hatched by the zephyr's dewy breast In sultry weather; Or amber tears of those sad girls Who mourn their hapless brother; Strung closely on the glossy curls Of you fair shrub, whose zigzag twirls Clip one another; Or silent swarm of golden bees Your velvet bosoms brushing, Dropped odorous from the gummy breeze, Lingering in sleep upon the trees, Whilst summer's blushing; Or liquid sunbeams, swathed in net Spun by some vagrant fairy, Like mimic lamps fresh trimmed and set In thick festoons, with ripeness wet, Moonlight to carry; Or drops of honey, lately stolen From the hive's treasury, Bubbles of light, with sweetness swollen, Balls of bright juice, by breezes rollen, And bandied high. I watch with wondrous care each day Your little spotted blushes, Dyed by the sun's rude staring ray; And soon I hope you'll ooze away In sunny gushes. Then shall ye, veiled in misty fume, In polished urn be flowing; With blood of nectar, soul perfume, Breathe on our cheeks a downy bloom With pleasure glowing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIE-DOWN OF A BONSAI by MARVIN BELL SONG:SO WHY DOES THIS DEAD CARNATION by HAYDEN CARRUTH AUTUMN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE ROAD TO AVIGNON by AMY LOWELL |