7 @3The old lady@1 (so they say) but I Admire your young vitality. Still brisk of foot, still busy and keen In and about and up and down. I hear you pass with bustling feet The long verandahs round, and beat Your bell, and 'Lotu! Lotu!' cry; Thus calling our queer company In morning or in evening dim, To prayers and the oft mangled hymn. All day you watch across the sky The silent, shining cloudlands ply, That, huge as countries, swift as birds, Beshade the isles by halves and thirds; Till each with battlemented crest Stands anchored in the ensanguined west, An Alp enchanted. All the day You hear the exuberant wind at play, In vast, unbroken voice uplift In roaring tree, round whistling clift. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FALL; A GREAT FAVORIT BEHEADED by LUIS DE GONGORA RAIN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TAKE YOUR CHOICE: AND BLISS CARMAN by BERTON BRALEY THE PRAYER OF RUSBROCHIUS by JOHN BYROM THE LEGEND OF GOOD WOMEN: 4. PART 1. THE LEGEND OF HYPSIPYLE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |