"THERE!" said a Stripling, pointing with meet pride Towards a low roof with green trees half concealed, "Is Mosgiel Farm; and that's the very field Where Burns ploughed up the Daisy." Far and wide A plain below stretched seaward, while, descried Above sea-clouds, the Peaks of Arran rose; And, by that simple notice, the repose Of earth, sky, sea, and air, was vivified. Beneath "the random 'bield' of clod or stone" Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower Near the lark's nest, and in their natural hour Have passed away; less happy than the One That, by the unwilling ploughshare, died to prove The tender charm of poetry and love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON READING -- . by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH APRIL, 1885 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES TRACT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS MONODY ON THE ASTOR HOUSE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS EPISTLE TO WILLIAM WILBERFORCE, ESQ. .. BILL ABOLISHING SLAVE TRADE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE VALLEY OF FERN: PART 2 by BERNARD BARTON EACH FLEETING DAY by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN |