LORD, when I look at lovely things which pass, Under old trees the shadow of young leaves Dancing to please the wind along the grass, Or the golden stillness of the August sun on the August sheaves; Can I believe there is a heavenlier world than this? And if there is, Will the strange heart of any everlasting thing Bring me these dreams that take my breath away? They come at evening with the home-flying rooks and the scent of hay, Over the fields. They come in Spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VIKING by CLARIBEL WEEKS AVERY PEACE AND SHEPHERD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE INVITATION by JAMES BARCLAY WAR AUTOBIOGRAPHY; WRITTEN IN ILLNESS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN AN AEOLIAN HARP by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY |