IT SEEMS TO ME I'd like to go Where bells don't ring, nor whistles blow, Nor clocks don't strike, nor gongs sound, And I'd have stillness all around. Not real stillness, but just the trees, Low whispering, or the hum of bees, Or brooks faint babbling over stones, In strangely, softly tangled tones. Or maybe a cricket or katydid, Or the songs of birds in the hedges hid, Or just some such sweet sound as these, To fill a tired heart with ease. If 'tweren't for sight and sound and smell, I'd like the city pretty well, But when it comes to getting rest, I like the country lots the best. Sometimes it seems to me I must Just quit the city's din and dust, And get out where the sky is blue, And say, now, how does it seem to you? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRANES OF IBYCUS by EMMA LAZARUS COUSIN NANCY by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT EVENING HYMN by REGINALD HEBER THE BABY, FR. AT THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND by GEORGE MACDONALD IN THE GARDEN AT SWAINSTON (IN MEMORIAM - SIR JOHN SIMEON) by ALFRED TENNYSON |