Ah! there's a house that I do know Besouth o' yonder trees, Where northern winds can hardly blow But in a softest breeze. An' there woonce sounded zongs an' teäles Vrom vaïce o' maïd or youth, An' sweeter than the nightèngeäle's Above the copses lewth. How swiftly there did run the brooks, How swift wer winds in flight, How swiftly to their roost the rooks Did vlee o'er head at night. Though slow did seem to us the peäce O' comèn days a-head, That now do seem as in a reäce Wi' aïr-birds to ha' vled. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAN TO BE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ODE TO THE JOHNS HOPKINS UNIVERSITY by SIDNEY LANIER CHARLOTTE CORDAY (REVOLUTIONARY TRIBUNAL, JULY 17, 1793) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ALEXANDER'S FEAST; OR, THE POWER OF MUSIC by JOHN DRYDEN AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 1. THE BALLAD-SINGER by THOMAS HARDY |