There was a child who tried to run Trough all the fields and fields of spring For always the next creek in the sun Might be the one for following. He ran by leafless willow-trees And only wanted one bird note, One wild, wild shout of birds to ease The pent-up shouting in his throat. He came upon an old haystack, Its yellow soaked away in rain And there he lay upon his back And wondered if he could explain Why what he found he did not seek, And what he sought he could not say, And why the sun on every creek Was always half a field away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KEEPING UP WITH THE SIGNS by MADELINE DEFREES THE DARK HOUSE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON WIND AND WINDOW FLOWER by ROBERT FROST WHEN DE CO'N PONE'S HOT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE CHURCH WINDOWS by GEORGE HERBERT THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: THE FOUR WINDS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONG OF THE SILENT LAND by JOHANN GAUDENZ VON SALIS-SEEWIS MONT BLANC; LINES WRITTEN IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |