Magdalen Walks

Magdalen Walks:

Magdalen Walks Poem Text

The little white clouds are racing over the sky,
And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower of March,
The daffodil breaks under foot, and the tasseled larch
Sways and swings as the thrush goes hurrying by. A delicate odour is borne on the wings of the morning
breeze,
The odour of deep wet grass, and of brown new-furrowed earth,
The birds are singing for joy of the Spring’s glad birth,
Hopping from branch to branch on the rocking trees. And all the woods are alive with the murmur and
sound of Spring,
And the rose-bud breaks into pink on the climbing briar,
And the crocus-bed is a quivering moon of fire
Girdled round with the belt of an amethyst ring. And the plane to the pine-tree is whispering some
tale of love
Till it rustles with laughter and tosses its mantle of green,
And the gloom of the wych-elm’s hollow is lit with the iris sheen
Of the burnished rainbow throat and the silver breast of a dove.See! the lark starts up from his bed in the meadow
there,
Breaking the gossamer threads and the nets of dew,
And flashing adown the river, a flame of blue!
The kingfisher flies like an arrow and wounds the air.

Magdalen Walks Analysis

This is a happy poem augmenting the arrival of Spring. This is one season when all things seem beautiful and new. Wilde describes a day and the various elements of Nature and the harmony they share.

Wilde has a collection of poems which propagate happy vibes. These are enhanced by the rich imagery and the wonderful metaphors that he uses.

Magdalen Walks
Magdalen Walks by Oscar Wilde

A wonderful read, Wilde wins over the hearts of his readers, yet again.

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