There is no rhyme that is half so sweet As the song of the wind in the rippling wheat; There is no metre that's half so fine As the lilt of the brook under rock and vine; And the loveliest lyric I ever heard Was the wildwood strain of a forest bird.-- If the wind and the brook and the bird would teach My heart their beautiful parts of speech, And the natural art that they say these with, My soul would sing of beauty and myth In a rhyme and a metre that none before Have sung in their love, or dreamed in their lore, And the world would be richer one poet the more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O YOU WHOM I OFTEN AND SILENTLY COME by WALT WHITMAN LILIES: 1. THE GREAT WAVE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LILIES: 20. 'SOME DAY I WILL TELL YOU' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) CHILD OF MARY'S SOUL by SUSIE MONTGOMERY BEST |