Here all is joy and all is light, The spider, with untiring tread, Ties to the tulip's turban bright His circling maze of silvery thread. The quivering dragon-fly appears, Proud to behold her round dark eyes Glassed in the limpid stream, that rears A world of breathing mysteries. The full-blown rose, grown young again, To blushing buds her love avows; The birds pour forth their evening strain Of melody from sunlit boughs. Far in the woods, where silence dwells, The timid fawn securely dreams; 'Mid emerald moss with velvet cells, Like burnished gold the beetle gleams. Pale as some sweet consumptive maid Regaining life, the moon doth rise, Dispelling every cloud or shade With radiance from her opal eyes. The wallflower, that to ruin clings, Now frolics with the wandering bee; The furrow feels each germ that springs 'Neath the warm earth, and laughs with glee. All lives and plays its part with grace; The sunbeam on the portal's sill, The shadow on the water's face, The blue sky o'er the verdant hill. Field, glen and forest share the whole Of Nature's ecstasy and rest: Fear nothing, Man! Creation's soul Knows the whole secret and is blest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUMMER by HAYDEN CARRUTH ABOVE AND WITHIN by DAVID IGNATOW WITH CHAOS IN EACH KISS by TIMOTHY LIU THE LITTLE PEOPLES by CLAUDE MCKAY THE CARPENTER'S SON by SARA TEASDALE THE HERETIC: 2. IRONY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |