FOR hills and woods and streams unsung I pipe above a rippled cove. And here the weaver autumn hung Between the hills a wind she wove From sounds the hills remember yet Of purple days and violet. The hills stand up to trip the sky, Sea-misted, and along the tops Wing after wing goes summer by, And many a little roadway stops And starts, and struggles to the sea, Cutting them up in filigree. Twixt wind and silence Faughan flows, In music broken over rocks, Like mingled bells the poet knows Ring in the fields of Eastern flocks. And here this song for you I find Between the silence and the wind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLOTHES by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER CATARINA TO CAMOENS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE VALLEY BROOK by JOHN HOWARD BRYANT DOUGLASS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR PSALM 123 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: THE VAMPYRE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON SHE WAS A BEAUTY by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 25. ELEGIAC VERSE: THE EIGHTH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |