This Lawn, a carpet all alive With shadows flung from leaves''"to strive ''aIn dance, amid a press Of sunshine, an apt emblem yields Of Worldlings revelling in the fields ''aOf strenuous idleness; Less quick the stir when tide and breeze Encounter, and to narrow seas ''aForbid a moment's rest; The medley less when boreal Lights Glance to and fro, like af'ry Sprites ''aTo feats of arms addrest! Yet, spite of all this eager strife, This ceaseless play, the genuine life ''aThat serves the stedfast hours, Is in the grass beneath, that grows Unheeded, and the mute repose ''aOf sweetly-breathing flowers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O DREAMS, O DESTINATIONS by CECIL DAY LEWIS ENVOY, TO 'MORE SONGS FROM VAGABONDIA' by RICHARD HOVEY CORONATION by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON RIFLEMAN FORM! by ALFRED TENNYSON SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 7. THEY MEET AGAIN by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS LADY GERALDINE'S COURTSHIP by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 1. A LITTLE BREATH I'LL BORROW by THOMAS CAMPION |