What of beauty is there here? Wet earth covered with dank, rotten thistles; Damp, heavy earth and one drouth-resisting pine tree To sentinel this resting place of earthly bodies -- One pine tree pointing to the limitless blue. Is this our haven then, when we are through? It seems not fitting; What could I Who have so long loved song and warmth and laughter Find here as an end? How could I "Rest in Peace"? And yet Right here I have sought beauty, Found it in the limpid blue Of skies there seemed no earthly ending to; In quiet snows drifting deep and wet; In spring air, pure and cool -- I fairly breathed in The beauty here. I have @3lived@1 here, And loved it all Through blizzards, and crisp, cold nights; Through growing spring, and sear, brown autumn; Through infrequent, drenching rains; Through glorious silver days of frost on trees; Through hail and grasshoppers And dust storms, too. I think It would be best to die here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EXTRACTS FROM AN OPERA: 2. DAISY'S SONG by JOHN KEATS MAIDEN MELANCHOLY by RAINER MARIA RILKE ARAB LOVE SONG by FRANCIS THOMPSON TO HIS MISTRESS; AN ODE by ANACREON TO A LADY, ON BEING ASKED MY REASON FOR QUITTING ENGLAND by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 111 by BLISS CARMAN THE TOLLMAN'S DAUGHTER by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN TO MISS BRUNTON WITH HIS TRANSLATION OF WRANGHAM'S LATIN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |