My landscape only need comprise low hills, For these are eminent and limitless To me. They mean more than my dreams express; They mean more than my word or deed fulfils. The slender trees, the tuneless whip-poor-wills, Impart quite ample themes to loneliness. I find enough in scant elusiveness Of springs and little brooks. My spirit thrills To beauty, unprepared for the sublime. I wonder, though, when I shall be completed Even to transcribe these hills? Sometime This landscape in few lines will show to me The subtle mysteries I have entreated, In the simple realm of poetry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHADOWS: 2 by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES THE ARAB TO HIS FAVORITE STEED by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: FOURTH SONG by PHILIP SIDNEY A MOTHER'S PICTURE by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN PERPLEXITY by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA THE FROGS: A 'EURIPIDEAN' CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES |