The streets lead out into a mist The streets lead out into a mist Of daisies and of daffodils - Of daisies and of daffodils - A world of green and amethyst, A world of green and amethyst, Of seas and of uplifted hills. Of seas and of uplifted hills. There bird-songs are not lost in eaves, There bird-songs are not lost in eaves, Nor beaten down by cart and car, Nor beaten down by cart and car, But drifting sweetly through the leaves, But drifting sweetly through the leaves, They die upon the fields afar. They die upon the fields afar. Nor is the wind a broken thing Nor is the wind a broken thing That faints within hot prison cells, That faints within hot prison cells, But rises on a silver wing But rises on a silver wing From out among the heather bells. From out among the heather bells. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LET NO BIRD SING by VERNE TAYLOR BENEDICT VARIATIONS ON SAPPHO: 33 by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY THE SLEEP IN GETHSEMANE by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH DIXIT, ET IN MENSAM by CHARLES WILLIAM SHIRLEY BROOKS FILIPPO BALDINUCCI ON THE PRIVILEGE OF BURIAL by ROBERT BROWNING THE DOWNY WOODPECKER by JOHN BURROUGHS |