As I walked out in meadows green I heard the summer noon resound With call of myriad things unseen That leapt and crept upon the ground. High overhead the windless air Throbbed with the homesick coursing cry Of swifts that ranging everywhere Woke echo in the sky. Beside me, too, clear waters coursed Which willow branches, lapsing low, Breaking their crystal gliding forced To sing as they did flow. I listened; and my heart was dumb With praise no language could express; Longing in vain for him to come Who had breathed such blessedness On this fair world, wherein we pass So chequered and so brief a stay; And yearned in spirit to learn, alas, What kept him still away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADDRESS TO A HAGGIS by ROBERT BURNS THE SPIRIT OF THE SABBATH by ISIDORE G. ASCHER AFTER THE SOIREE by F. R. D. B. WINE OF CYPRUS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING CARPE DIEM by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON ON RUTT, THE JUDGE by CHARLES COTTON ON THE DEATH OF SIR ANTHONY VANDIKE, THE FAMOUS PAINTER by ABRAHAM COWLEY |