There is a place I know, A plot of turfy ground, Where amber waters flow With an ebullient sound; And yet despite their noise That never seems to cease, It is a place of joys, It is a place of peace. The air is clear and thin; It has the tang of wine; The sunlight filters in Through braided boughs of pine. A casual dragon-fly Will tilt then disappear; A butterfly flit by And dart and dip and veer. And there are banks above, With copses either side, Where mating birds make love From dawn to even-tide; Outstretched upon the moss In this dear place I know, I watch them flit across, The wren and vireo. When I would flee the rout Of cares that will intrude, Then I alone seek out This sylvan solitude; Therein I may divest My soul of sordid schemes; It is a place of rest; It is a place of dreams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILD HONEYSUCKLE by PHILIP FRENEAU NORMAN CRADLE-SONG by VINCENT JAMES O'SULLIVAN COLIN CLOUTS COME HOME AGAIN by EDMUND SPENSER MY LITTLE GARDEN by GWENDOLEN ALLEN THE SPELL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |