LIKE waves that rise and fall, the morning sheen Glows between quivering leaves, which fain would fling Their dust and blight to breezes, murmuring Sweet May-time legends 'mid the sombre green. Alas for wistful eyes, that have not seen The promised loveliness: for changeful Spring Has quickly passed, and summer does but bring Scorched buds and flowers, that tell what might have been. The trees are dark against the tender blue; A deeper shade has bronzed the purple beech, But even yet, the red leaves bud anew: And thus, 'mid barren splendours of July, Fresh, brilliant hopes burst forth in glowing speech, And light some pensive heart before they die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAROL: NEW STYLE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET DELUSION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IMPELLED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO J. D. H. (KILLED AT SURREY C. H., OCTOBER, 1866) by SIDNEY LANIER WINTER GARDEN THEATRE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 4. THE MORAL by KAREN SWENSON |