Architechture Poem by Philip Henry Savage

YOU 'VE seen a sky, besprent with mist
Across the sleepy amethyst,
Break when the western wind has sent
His harriers to the orient.
Then in the azure deeps
Gathers the mist and sleeps
In snowy towering heaps.

You 've seen the leafy storm of May
Sweep the brown April earth like spray,
And round some gray stem, bare of late,
In full and body nucleate.
Then all the earliest trees
Hang out upon the breeze
Their perfumed greeneries.

In the vexed heaven of the mind
You 've seen a fresh, irradiant wind
Clear all and set in order fair
The gray untextured vapors there.
Then quick from every part
The towering fancies start
In frame and form of art.