There are some white clouds floating by, On blue up there so high, I love to watch the patterns form As they roll past my eye. I hear the poplars rustling soft, While sighing gently bent. The mocking bird he's singing gay Some measures only lent. The shining corn blades stretching up, While growing strong and fine. Small apple trees all fringed with leaves Are waving all the time. The glowing sun is dropping now, While tinting gold the grass. A soothing breeze it cools my brow All earth gorgeous in mass! And blooming flowers perfume the air A brook gurgles below. The window panes all bright and gay, The sun has touched aglow. There's something grand in nature's way! An echo wells within My soul. How God above does bless The weary souls akin. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEMOS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE SHADOWY WATERS: A DRAMATIC POEM by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS EASTER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE DARK-EYED GENTLEMAN by THOMAS HARDY THE GHOSTS OF THE BUFFALOES by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY |