Unwatch'd, the garden bough shall sway, The tender blossom flutter down, Unloved, that beech will gather brown, This maple burn itself away; Unloved, the sunflower, shining fair, Ray round with flames her disk of seed, And many a rose-carnation feed With summer spice the humming air; Unloved, by many a sandy bar, The brook shall babble down the plain, At noon or when the Lesser Wain Is twisting round the polar star; Uncared for, gird the windy grove, And flood the haunts of hern and crake, Or into silver arrows break The sailing moon in creek and cove; Till from the garden and the wild A fresh association blow, And year by year the landscape grow Familiar to the stranger's child; As year by year the laborer tills His wonted glebe, or lops the glades, And year by year our memory fades From all the circle of the hills. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES BY CLAUDIA by EMILY JANE BRONTE DIVINATION BY A DAFFADILL by ROBERT HERRICK THE EVE OF BUNKER HILL [JUNE 16, 1775] by CLINTON SCOLLARD A PRAYER, LIVING AND DYING by AUGUSTUS MONTAGUE TOPLADY TO ALEXIS IN ANSWER TO HIS POEM AGAINST FRUITION by APHRA BEHN THE ROUNDHOUSE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |