TO one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, -- to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with hearts content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment? Returning home at evening, with an ear Catching the notes of Philomel, -- an eye Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career, He mourns that day so soon has glided by: E'en like the passage of an angel's tear That falls through the clear ether silently. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BIRTHDAY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE WISE WOMAN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER NAMES by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SONNET TO THE RIVER OTTER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ONCE BEFORE by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE THE GLOVE AND THE LIONS by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT BISHOP HATTO [AND THE RATS] by ROBERT SOUTHEY |