I know a little pocket in the hills! Where under friendly sun I linger lone, Erase the words and ways of maddening men, And revel with my own. These joyous hills, they are my very own, And this, my private patch of placid sky, This passive slope receives me, it is mine; Let no one tread close by. The dreaming grass engulfs me, and I steep My heart in tranquil ease, forget all ills; Ah, gracious hour of sweet, suspended life, -- I know a little pocket in the hills! -- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VIRGIN'S SLUMBER SONG by JOSEPH FRANCIS CARLIN MACDONNELL SOUND THE LOUD TIMBREL; MIRIAM'S SONG by THOMAS MOORE THE SHADOW DANCE by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON PSALM 50 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE EMPTY CUP by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE HERB-LEECH by JOSEPH CAMPBELL |