Song, by Amy Lowell

Song

Oh! To be a flower
    Nodding in the sun,
Bending, then upspringing
    As the breezes run;
Holding up
A scent-brimmed cup,
    Full of summer's fragrance to the summer sun.   Oh! To be a butterfly
    Still, upon a flower,
Winking with its painted wings,
    Happy in the hour.
Blossoms hold
Mines of gold
    Deep within the farthest heart of each chaliced flower.   Oh! To be a cloud
    Blowing through the blue,
Shadowing the mountains,
    Rushing loudly through
Valleys deep
Where torrents keep
    Always their plunging thunder and their misty arch of blue.   Oh! To be a wave
    Splintering on the sand,
Drawing back, but leaving
    Lingeringly the land.
Rainbow light
Flashes bright
    Telling tales of coral caves half hid in yellow sand.   Soon they die, the flowers;
    Insects live a day;
Clouds dissolve in showers;
    Only waves at play
Last forever.
Shall endeavor
    Make a sea of purpose mightier than we dream to-day?

poems.one - Amy Lowell