A little lonely moorland lake, Its waters brown and cool and deep-- The cliff, the hills behind it, make A picture for my heart to keep For rock and heather, wave and strand, Wore tints I never saw them wear; The June sunshine was o'er the land; Before, 'twas never half so fair! The amber ripples sang all day, Upon the beach, in thin pale spray, That streaked the sober strand with light. The amber ripples sang their song, When suddenly from far o'erhead A lark's pure voice mixed with the throng Of lovely things about us spread. Some flowers were there, so near the brink Their shadows in the wave were thrown; While mosses, green and grey and pink, Grew thickly round each smooth dark stone. And over all, the summer sky Shut out the town we left behind; 'Twas joy to stand in silence by, One bright chain linking mind to mind. Oh, little, lonely, mountain spot! Your place within my heart will be, Apart from all Life's busy lot, A true, sweet, solemn memory. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EXPATIATION ON THE COMBINING OF WEATHERS AT THIRTY .... by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH HIGH PLAINS RAG by JAMES GALVIN SMALL COUNTRIES by JAMES GALVIN THE GIANTS OF HISTORY by JAMES GALVIN RETROSPECT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHEN I AM DEAD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON CARPACCIO'S PICTURE: THE DREAM OF ST. URSALA; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |