What happy place we travel through! Did wallflowers ever look so gay? Kissed by the periwinkle blue The old wall stoops above our way. The chestnut climbs above the church And torches holds for the sun's amaze, The wind-cock glitters on his perch, The cows in dreams of grasses gaze. And for this blackclad ghost-like maid Whose cobbled shoes so wearily trace The dust, whose gaze on ground is laid, Whose steps are wounds -- what happy place? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOST ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HORATIUS [AT THE BRIDGE], FR. LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY JACK CREAMER [OCTOBER 25, 1812] by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE THE CITY OF DREADFUL NIGHT: 21 by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) |