Vast barren hills and moors, cliffs over lakes, Great headlands by the sea-a lonely land! With Fishers' huts beside a yellow strand Where wave on wave in foam and thunder breaks, Or else a tranquil blue horizon takes Sunlight and shadow. Few can understand The poor folk's ancient tongue, sweet, simple, grand, Wherein a dreamy old-world half awakes. And on these hills a thousand years ago Their fathers wander'd, sun and stars for clock, With minds to wing above and creep below; Heard what we hear, the ocean's solemn shock, - Saw what we see, this Heather-flow'r aglow, Empurpling league- long slope and crested rock. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO AGE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR LINCOLN, THE MAN OF THE PEOPLE by EDWIN MARKHAM THE CALL OF THE WILD by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE ECLOGUE: TWO FARMS IN WOONE by WILLIAM BARNES LIMERICK by FRANK GELETT BURGESS SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 100 by BLISS CARMAN |