LONELY, lonely lay the hill, Not a bird was there to sing, Not a bee was there to drone; The sky, unbrushed of any wing, Hung above me like a stone, And scarce my feet obeyed my will As heavily I walked alone. Then, like a tender memory, Crept up from off the lifeless ground The low, melodious lovely sound Of water lapsing secretly. A little sunken stream I found, And all the way was sweet to me. O ancient music earliest heard Ere tune was born or any bird, When first above the chaos wild The brooding spirit breathed and stirred; O first-born music, undefiled, Clear as the laughter of a child, Fresh as God's latest word! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INEBRIATE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE OLD SEXTON by PARK BENJAMIN A BROOK IN THE CITY by ROBERT FROST |