THIS is no Solitude; These brown woods speak In tones most musical -- this limpid river Chaunts a low song, to be forgotten never! -- These my beloved companions are so meek, So soul-sustaining, I were crazed to seek Again the tumult, the o'erpowering hum, Which of the ever busy hiving city come -- Parting us from ourselves. -- Still let us breathe The heavenly air of contemplation here; And with old trees, grey stones, and runnels clear, Claim kindred and hold converse. He that seeth Upon this vesper spot no lovliness, Nor hears therein a voice of tenderness, Calling him friend, Nature in vain would bless! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE WIND'S VISIT by EMILY DICKINSON ARIZONA POEMS: 6. RAIN IN THE DESERT by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER IN THE OLD THEATRE, FIESOLE by THOMAS HARDY TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON by RICHARD LOVELACE I HEAR AMERICA SINGING by WALT WHITMAN WEDNESDAY IN Y' HOLY WEEK by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |