A SUDDEN swirl of song in the bright sky— The little lark adoring his lord the sun; Across the corn the lazy ripples run; Under the eaves, conferring drowsily, Doves droop or amble; the agile waterfly Wrinkles the pool; and flowers, gay and dun, Rose, bluebell, rhododendron, one by one, The buccaneering bees prove busily. Ah, who may trace this tranquil loveliness In verse felicitous?—no measure tells; But gazing on her bosom we can guess Why men strike hard for England in red hells, Falling on dreams, 'mid Death's extreme caress, Of English daisies dancing in English dells. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN-HILL ON A BICYCLE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER WHAT AILS THIS HEART O'MINE? by SUSANNA BLAMIRE FABLE: THE MOUNTAIN AND THE SQUIRREL by RALPH WALDO EMERSON SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 2. THE OTHER ONE COMES TO HER by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS THE PLEASED CAPTIVE; A SONG by PHILIP AYRES |