THE purity of water and the peace Of wind-still air: the placid scent of pines, Warming my heart as with the waft of wines; The murmuring of hidden brooks, the fleece Of foam-topped rivers, and the splendid space Of sky above, with all its interlace Of blue and white and gold, -- Oh, these to me Do plead as plead the flutes of Arcady, Bidding my sorry stressfulness to cease. For then I take for truth the poet's dream: There's naught in all the world save only good; Little, fair children, love no parting kills, Romance through the tree-branches soft agleam, Beauty that lies await by field and wood, And hero-deeds along a hundred hills! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: LOVERIDGE CHASE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WASHING-DAY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE LOST SHEEP by ELIZABETH CECILIA CLEPHANE THE BABY, FR. AT THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND by GEORGE MACDONALD DARBY AND JOAN by FREDERIC EDWARD WEATHERLY |