Here's a dell that's sunny enough for laughing joy; Robins whistling clear enough From mossy woodpiles near enough, but where's my joy? Blithe in truth looks frost's blue eye And lovely blue the brook flits by, Red-faced sun and jewelled sloe And jest of old crow answering crow would all wake joy; But old time slyly all the while Checks the song and dims the smile, And sense so eager turns to shade, In silence stumbling through the glade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COLORED SOLDIERS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE GODS OF THE COPYBOOK HEADINGS by RUDYARD KIPLING THE THREE WARNINGS by HESTER LYNCH (SALUSBURY) PIOZZI THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE by ALFRED TENNYSON EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS EPIPHANIE CAROL by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |