Along thy wood-lanes wild, or shrubby lawns, Or hollow dells, or glens befring'd with thorn; Where from its ferny lair, at early morn, The forester alarms the timid fawn, I would 'twere mine to wander; -- or when fade The gleams of evening into shadowy night: What time on many a stem or glassy blade The glow-worm hangs her fairy emerald light, I would behold the moon-beams fall among The far retiring trees, and lengthening glades, And listen the low wind, that thro' the shades Conveys the night-bird's soft love-labour'd song: For here the soul unruffled feels its powers, And seeks the Hermit Peace within his forest bowers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE IN FORM OF A BALLAD TO HIS FRIENDS by FRANCOIS VILLON SORROW by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE MILK FOR THE CAT by HAROLD MONRO IDYLLS OF THE KING: TO THE QUEEN by ALFRED TENNYSON A FAIRY TALE by PHILIP JAMES BAILEY |