Arlo Bates Poems
- A Lover's Messengers The earliest flowers of spring To thee,...
- Before The Dawn In the hush of the morn before the sun I ...
- When Allah Spoke Was I not thine when Allah spoke the ...
- Conceits Thy laugh's a song an oriole trilled, Romping in ...
- In Paradise "O Pitying angel, pause, and say To me, ...
- On The Road To Chorrera Three horsemen galloped the dusty ...
- The Watchers We must be nobler for our dead, be sure, Than ...
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A Lover's Messengers
The earliest flowers of spring
To thee, beloved, I bring:
Anemone and graceful adder's-tongue,
With golden cowslips, yellow as the sun
And fresh as brooks by which they sprung;
Sweet violets that we love; and, one by one,
The blossoms that come after,-cherry blossom
And snow of shad-bush, willful columbine
In pale red raiment, and the milky stars
Of chickweed-wintergreen; slim walnut buds
In satin sheen, and furry curling ferns,
Like owlets half awake; with floods
Of alder tassels that dropp dust of gold
On the dark pools where, 'twixt the bars