Slow to the wanton sun's desire <br />The vestal-bosomed buds unfold, <br />Till poppies flaunt a silken fire, <br />And buttercups a glassy gold. <br /> <br />How gently fare the cloudy flocks <br />To pastures girdled by the sea! <br />The lizards twitch along the rocks, <br />And subtle odors lure the bee. <br /> <br />There broods a peace upon the hills, <br />Too vast for morning winds to break, <br />Tho' murmurs throng the broken rills, <br />And voices of the woodland wake, <br /> <br />Till half I turn to hear again <br />The flutes of Arcady at dawn, <br />And rout of hurrying nymphs that feign <br />To dread the kisses of the faun.<br /><br />George Sterling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-april-morning/
