I WALKED a nut-wood's gloom. And overhead A pigeon's wing beat on the hidden boughs, And shrews upon shy tunnelling woke thin Late winter leaves with trickling sound. Across My narrow path I saw the carrier ants Burdened with little pieces of bright straw. These things I heard and saw, with senses fine For all the little traffic of the wood, While everywhere, above me, underfoot, And haunting every avenue of leaves, Was mystery, unresting, taciturn. . . . . . . . . . . . And haunting the lucidities of life That are my daily beauty, moves a theme, Beating along my undiscovered mind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS ON TAGORE by MARIANNE MOORE ON THE BIRTH OF A CHILD by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE LITTLE ELF-MAN by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS THE VILLAIN by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A CONTEMPLATION UPON FLOWERS by HENRY KING (1592-1669) AN UNINSCRIBED MONUMENT - BATTLE OF THE WILDERNESS by HERMAN MELVILLE TO A PORTRAIT by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS THE GRAVE OF SHELLEY by OSCAR WILDE TO THE MISS WEBSTERS, WITH DR. AIKIN'S WISH by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |