THEY ask me where the Temple stands, And is the Abbey far from there; They ask the way to old St. Paul's, And where they'll find Trafalgar Square. As I pass on with my one thought To find a quiet place with trees, I answer him, I answer her, I answer one and all of these. When I sit under a green tree, Silent, and breathing all the while As easy as a sleeping child, And smiling with as soft a smile -- Then, as my brains begin to work, This is the thought that comes to me: Were such a peace more often mine, I'd live as long as this green tree. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 7 by THOMAS CAMPION IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 54 by ALFRED TENNYSON HILLS by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE SONG: 5 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 9 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE PATIENT WAYS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 1. A LITTLE BREATH I'LL BORROW by THOMAS CAMPION SONG TO ONE WHO, WHEN I PRAIS'D MY MISTRESS' BEAUTY, SAID I WAS BLIND by THOMAS CAREW |