THE golden gorse and the heather Bloom down the whole hill side, And below in the rocks are lying Still pools where the sea-flowers hide, And all the day The shadows play In the cliffs and the chasms wide. The hedges are decked with berries, The lanes gleam with yellow and red, And the pale blue endive blossoms, And the golden-rod lifts its head, And poppies shine, And wild wood-bine Scents the air round the fern's green bed. And Time passes by like a dream, And birds sing the whole day long, And bright-wing'd insects fill the air With murmurs, and flash along When the green leaves part, And my own heart Is full of a happy song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEMOS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE BOOK [OF THE WORLD] by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN LOVE'S RESURRECTION DAY by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON A TRIP TO PARIS AND BELGIUM: 16. ANTWERP TO GHENT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI BREAK, BREAK, BREAK by ALFRED TENNYSON SONG, FR. A VISION OF GIOGIONE: GEMMA'S SONG ON THE WATER by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |