IT is my dream to have you here with me, Out of the heated city's dust and din -- Here where the colts have room to gambol in, And kine to graze, in clover to the knee. I want to see your wan face happily Lit with the wholesome smiles that have not been In use since the old games you used to win When we pitched horseshoes: And I want to be At utter loaf with you in this dim land Of grove and meadow, while the crickets make Our own talk tedious, and the bat wields His bulky flight, as we cease converse and In a dusk like velvet smoothly take Our way toward home across the dewy fields. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLOWER BOAT by ROBERT FROST FOR LAUREL AND HARDY ON MY WORKROOM WALL by DAVID WAGONER ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY-SIXTH YEAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE HARES; A FABLE by JAMES BEATTIE IDYLL 6. CLEODAMUS AND MYRSON by BION SONG: NOT A WORD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TAKE YOUR CHOICE: NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY WOULD SPEAK ... THIS MANNER by BERTON BRALEY |