I WILL awake with dawn, arise and go Far down the countryside to learn if still There is mad music in the tumbling rill And barefoot memories where rivers flow, Or shining dreams on fruit-trees hung with snow, Balm in the breath of morning, — and a thrill In hearing ploughmen singing while they till Dew-diamonded fields: — I am sick to know If these things greet me with the old-time charm, Entrance me as they did when but a boy, I thought the world was just my father's farm, And living was a rainbow dream of joy; I will arise — I have a vague alarm, Years have conspired their magic to destroy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUNCHES OF GRAPES by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE FAIRY THORN; AN ULSTER BALLAD by SAMUEL FERGUSON ESCAPE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE HIGH-PRIEST TO ALEXANDER by ALFRED TENNYSON PIONEERS! O PIONEERS! by WALT WHITMAN MASKS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |