Dear Nature's love color, as man's is red, -- Flushing the bosom of her swelling plains, Mirrored in all her limpid flowing veins, And on the sweet brows of her hills outspread, -- Your charm to all fair color charms is wed: Royal as purple all your oak-green reigns; Like girlish pink and white your birch-green lanes, And with the sky's true blue your lawns are fed. How does one color body many souls! Young cedar-green laughs happy in the sun; The green of elms a sage discourse outrolls; Of hemlock green are plots and poisons spun; A color drama with one actor this, Weaving an endless metamorphosis. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO J. D. H. (KILLED AT SURREY C. H., OCTOBER, 1866) by SIDNEY LANIER MARJORIE'S WOOING by EMMA LAZARUS EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 5 by EZRA POUND |