Gently a little breeze begins to creep Into the valley, and the sleeping trees Are stirred, and breathe a little in their sleep, And nod, half-wakened, to the breeze. Cool little quiet shadows wander out Across the fields, and dapple with dark trails The snake-grey road coiled stealthily about The green hill climbing from the vales. And faintlier, in this cooler peace of things, My brooding thoughts, a scattered flock grown few, Withdrawn upon their melancholy wing, Float farther off against the blue. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHEPHERD, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE MACFLECKNOE; OR, A SATIRE UPON THE TRUE-BLUE-PROTESTANT POET by JOHN DRYDEN A BROOK IN THE CITY by ROBERT FROST GREENWOOD CEMETERY by CRAMMOND KENNEDY A CHRISTMAS FOLK-SONG by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE |