Nestled into a hollow of the downs, Where sheep stray widely o'er the short green turf, A little gray-wall'd church with lichen'd roof; A farmyard and a huge old barn whose stacks O'er-top the spire, the farmhouse lattices Embower'd with vine; a figtree'd garden wall; And one clump of rook-nested elms above Gables and red tiled roofs and twisted chimneys. An old green mound the summit crown'd, Where dances the midnight elvish round, Over the dust of pagan kings. The bare green hills, the cloudy skies, The sea that lone and sombre lies- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOST LOVE by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES FIRST FIG by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY HELIOTROPE by HARRY THURSTON PECK A BED OF FORGET-ME-NOTS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TO A GIRL by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS EXPECTATION by GLADYS BRIERLY ASHOUR |