'MID these hamlets and these woods Life itself at last I find; Here my soul no longer broods On my sorrows left behind. Fontenay delightful where My young eyes first saw the sun, Soon unto my sires I'll fare When the race of life is run. Muses who beside this lawn Nourished me with kindly breath, Trees that saw my young life dawn You shall see it wane in death. Yet 'tis wise to breathe the air In the shadow of your boughs Tearless, and my soul prepare For that dark and awful house, Where of all the trees that I Set within the grove to wave There shall follow when I die Cypress only to my grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN SCHOOL-DAYS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 6. HYMN TO CHEERFULNESS by MARK AKENSIDE SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 34. FAIRY LAND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) OTHER SPRINGS by ROSEMARY BASEFLUG AN INFANTRYMAN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |