NOW green comes springing o'er the heath, And each small bird with lifted breath Cries, "Brother, consider the joy there is in living!" "Consider! consider!" the jolly throstle saith. The golden gorse, the wild thyme, frail And sweet, the butter cowslip pale, Cry "Sisters, consider the peace that comes with giving! And render, and render your sweet and scented breath!" Now men, come walking o'er the heath To mark this pretty world beneath, Bethink them: "Consider what joy might lie in living, None striving, constraining none, and thinking not on Death." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SECRECY PROTESTED by THOMAS CAREW RELIGIO LAICI; OR, A LAYMAN'S FAITH by JOHN DRYDEN TWO THINGS by AMIR MAHMUD IBN AMIR YAMINU'D-DIN TUGHRA'I NIGHT WATCHERS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE RECOLLECTION OF THE PEOPLE by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |