WHENCE comest thou, shady lane? and why and how? Thou, where with idle heart, ten years ago, I wandered, and with childhood's paces slow So long unthought of, and remembered now! Again in vision clear thy pathwayed side I tread, and view thy orchard plots again With yellow fruitage hung, -- and glimmering grain Standing or shocked through the thick hedge espied. This hot still noon of August brings the sight; This quelling silence as of eve or night, Wherein Earth (feeling as a mother may After her travail's latest bitterest throes) Looks up, so seemeth it, one half repose, One half in effort, straining, suffering still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FLORIDA GHOST by SIDNEY LANIER DOMESDAY BOOK: THE JURY DELIBERATES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE IMAGE IN LAVA by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS SURCEASE by ALICE GARDNER ADAMS A ROW IN AN OMNIBUS BOX; A LEGEND OF THE HAYMARKET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 44 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |