OUT on the moor the sun is bright, And the gorse is yellow, The sky is blue and the air is light, And a little fellow May walk for miles in the grassy way, On a holiday. Out on the moor the wild bee dips In the sweet fresh heather, And through the bracken the young hare slips, In the autumn weather, And all around shine the tiny wings Of a thousand things. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: ON FAME (1) by JOHN KEATS SOLOMON SCHECHTER by ALTER ABELSON TO THE NECROPHILE by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG COMPENSATIONS by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER STANZAS ADDRESSED TO PERCY BYSSHE SHELLY by BERNARD BARTON SOCIAL JUSTICE by ERNEST BRADLEY |