BUT to have lain upon the grass One perfect day, one perfect hour, Beholding all things mortal pass Into the quiet of green grass; But to have lain and loved the sun, Under the shadow of the trees, To have been found in unison, Once only, with the blessed sun; Ah! in these flaring London nights, Where midnight withers into morn, How quiet a rebuke it writes Across the sky of London nights! Upon the grass at Mantua These London nights were all forgot. They wake for me again: but ah, The meadow-grass at Mantua! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A FRIEND IN THE MAKING by MARIANNE MOORE LONDON SNOW by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES ELEGY: 3. CHANGE by JOHN DONNE THE SEEDLING by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE YOUNG GLASS-STAINER by THOMAS HARDY AFAR IN THE DESERT by THOMAS PRINGLE |