I WANDERED lonely where the pine-trees made Against the bitter East their barricade, And, guided by its sweet Perfume, I found, within a narrow dell, The trailing spring flower tinted like a shell Amid dry leaves and mosses at my feet. From under dead boughs, for whose loss the pines Moaned ceaseless overhead, the blossoming vines Lifted their glad surprise, While yet the bluebird smoothed in leafless trees His feathers ruffled by the chill seabreeze, And snow-drifts lingered under April skies. As, pausing, o'er the lonely flower I bent, I thought of lives thus lowly, clogged and pent, Which yet find room, Through care and cumber, coldness and decay, To lend a sweetness to the ungenial day, And make the sad earth happier for their bloom. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BABY ASLEEP AFTER PAIN by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE SONNET: 19. ON HIS BLINDNESS by JOHN MILTON THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: MAY by EDMUND SPENSER HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER DEFIANT OF DEATH by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THE SOLITARY TOMB by BERNARD BARTON PSALM 19. COELI ENARRANT by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |