Again I walk 'mid orchard bloom And linger long with willing feet; I walk with sighs, but not in gloom, For in my heart is ample room For pensive thoughts and musings sweet. Ah, pensive thoughts, to these I'm prone, When, strolling 'neath the pink white boughs, I breathe the fragrance, hear the drone Of eager bees that come from home, In forest near, or gardened house. My thoughts go homeward with the bees; I dream of youth and happier days -- Of orchards where amid the trees I loitered free from Time's decrees, And loved the birds and learned their ways. Oh, orchard thoughts and orchard sighs, Ye, too, are born of life's regrets! The apple bloom I see with eyes That have grown sad in growing wise, Through Mays that manhood ne'er forgets. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER BY THE LAKESIDE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE LOST CHILD by ST. CLAIR ADAMS SPANISH SPRING by JEAN D. ARMSTRONG CHARACTERS: ELIZABETH RIGBY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD NOS IMMORTALES by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET ESCAPE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE TRUCE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE THRESHOLD by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |