THERE is a certain gracious garth I know, Unwrought by human hand, Most like a faery garden in a book Whereon no mortal man may ever look, -- This lovely croft of land. Not far away the sober highway creeps, My pleasaunce heeding not; Its calm of mountain curves in pure embrace, Blue-windowed into realms of heavenly space About the joyful spot. A fair green meadow in a river bend By whispering willows crowned; A sweep of hillside like a gallant wall, And lone upon its ledge a pine-tree tall Guard this enchanted ground. It hath a spring, bordered divinely blue With amulet of flowers, A tender isle that fringed with elder is, Where fireflies weave their silent symphonies, Spangling the twilight hours. So cunningly within the hills 'tis set In happy youth apart It seems beyond the ken of toil and time, Lisping the little river's intimate rhyme Deep in its lyric heart. Beloved, let the stranger world go by In futile wonderment While, some rich day, there builds for you and me Between the willows and the plumed tree A House of Great Content. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BROOKSIDE by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES PHILOMELA by JOHN CROWE RANSOM TO THE FOUR COURTS, PLEASE by JAMES STEPHENS BEAUTY by KENNETH SLADE ALLING OF A WINNOWER OF WHEAT TO THE WINDS by JOACHIM DU BELLAY SPRING IN THE ALPS by MATHILDE BLIND SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 36 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |