A little while, Vermont, a little while Before the long awaited wakening. Ah, let us stir within our dreams and smile, And drowse remembering—remembering. There was a lake with little islands lying, Toes pointed toward the mountains. Here we stood And watched the sun go down with streamers flying; And saw the night come up behind the wood. There was a tower raised upon a hill, Watched by tall pines beneath the morning's blue; And here we heard of wisdom, here we still Shall come to find the thoughtless youth we knew. A little while, Vermont, a little while This Wonder shall endure, then we must rise And turn aside and cross the wishing stile, With quiet eyes—with quiet eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WIZARD IN WORDS by MARIANNE MOORE STANZAS FOR MUSIC (4) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE MAN-OF-WAR HAWK by HERMAN MELVILLE LAUS VENERIS by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE LAST MAN: ANTICIPATION OF EVIL TIDINGS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES TO A YOUNG FRIEND LEARNING TO PLAY THE FLUTE by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD INSCRIPTION ON FERGUSSON'S TOMBSTONE by ROBERT BURNS |