I THOUGHT and thought of thy crass clanging town To folly, till convinced such dreams were ill, I held my heart in bond, and tethered down Fancy to where I was, by force of will. I said: How beautiful are these flowers, this wood, One little bud is far more sweet to me Than all man's urban shows; and then I stood Urging new zest for bird, and bush, and tree; And strove to feel my nature brought it forth Of instinct, or no rural maid was I; But it was vain; for I could not see worth Enough around to charm a midge or fly, And mused again on city din and sin, Longing to madness I might move therein! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE KINGS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TWILIGHT AT THE HEIGHTS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER MORAL ESSAYS: EPISTLE 2. TO A LADY: OF THE CHARACTERS OF WOMEN by ALEXANDER POPE VERSES TO MR. C by ALEXANDER POPE THE DEAD HEROES by ISAAC ROSENBERG |