Far before me stretched a woodland, Clothed with leaves of dappled grey; Far behind me lay a meadow, Filled with bleating lambs at play. Clear and blue the sky above me, Here and there a cloudlet showed; Alabaster masses, faintly Tinged with flecks of gleaming gold. Birds were flittering in the branches, Where the sunlight glimmered through; Roses bathed their blushing faces In the fragrant morning dew. Where the ferns bent to the brooklet, Deep and dark the shadows lay; On the winds from fields afar off, Came the scent of new-mown hay. Every leaflet tossed and trembled, As the breeze would come and go; I am sure that they were telling Some weird secrets, soft and low. Deer and squirrels roamed the woodlands, Without fear of unseen harm; Not a sound but bird's soft twitter Broke the sweet of nature's calm. May our lives e'er guide us gently Onward to eternity; May no storm disturb the beauty Of their summer melody. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING STORM by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SEA POPPIES by HILDA DOOLITTLE KEEPING ENDLESS HOLIDAY by TITUS PETRONIUS NIGER THE LOVER TO THE THAMES OF LONDON TO FAVOUR HIS LADY ... by GEORGE TURBERVILLE A CLEAR MIDNIGHT by WALT WHITMAN |