ON lonely Kinton Green all day The half-blind tottering plough-horse grieves, Dim chimes and crowings far away Come drifting down the wind like leaves; And there the wood's a coloured mist, So close the blackthorns intertwist, -- The blackthorns hung with clinging sloes Blue-veiled to weather coming cold, And ruby-tasselled shepherd's-rose Where flock the finches plumed with gold, And swarming brambles laden still Though boys and wasps have ate their fill. Here shining out on lubber boughs The lantern crabs pierce gold with light The smoke that mouldering leaves unhouse, Like stars in frost as spear-point-bright: And here the blackbird deign to choose His blood-red haws by ones and twos. Cob-spider runs his glistening maze To murder doddering hungry flies, Curt echo mocks the mocking jays, The partridge in the stubble cries; And Hob and Nob unpausing pass Down to the Bull for pipe and glass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUSTIC LAD'S LAMENT IN THE TOWN by DAVID MACBETH MOIR HEALTHFUL OLD AGE, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE DRAPIER'S HILL by JONATHAN SWIFT POPULAR BALLAD: NEVER FORGET YOUR PARENTS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS QUATRAIN: SPENDTHRIFT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A DAISY FROM THE PARTHENON by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES IN THE KING'S ENGLISH by BERTON BRALEY BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 1. THE FIRST SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |