I'VE been wandering in the greenwoods, And 'mid flowering , smiling plains; I've been listening to the dark floods, To the thrush's thrilling strains.. I have gathered the pale primrose, And the purple violet sweet; I've been where the asphodel grows, And where lives the red deer fleet. I've been to the distant mountain, To the silver singing rill, By the crystal murm'ring fountain, And the shady, verdant hill. I've been where the poplar is springing From the fair enamelled ground, While the nightingale is singing With a solemn, plaintive sound. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTENT; WRITTEN OFF ITHACA by ALFRED AUSTIN EPITAPH; INSCRIPTION FOR A MONUMENT ERECTED BY GENTLEMAN FOR HIS LADY by JAMES BEATTIE THE LILY OF THE VALLEY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES GOD OF PROGRESS by ALICE GILL BENTON UNDER THE PINES by ARTHUR STANLEY BOURINOT SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 25 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 33 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |