IF it were only still! -- With far away the shrill Crying of a cock; Or the shaken bell From a cow's throat Moving through the bushes; Or the soft shock Of wizened apples falling From an old tree In a forgotten orchard Upon the hilly rock! Oh, grey hill, Where the grazing herd Licks the purple blossom, Crops the spiky weed! Oh, stony pasture, Where the tall mullein Stands up so sturdy On its little seed! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY-SIXTH YEAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE BRAVE OLD OAK by HENRY FOTHERGILL CHORLEY WRITTEN IN NORTHAMPTON COUNTY ASYLUM by JOHN CLARE EROS (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON EPISTLE TO DR. ARBUTHNOT by ALEXANDER POPE EPITHALAMION by EDMUND SPENSER PRAYER FOR THIS HOUSE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |