IN pleasant shade I walk, while sunshine lies On many a distant slope, And far above me, gold-green summits rise, Like steadfast towers of Hope. My hands are full of wreathed bryony, And bracken from the hill; And sated with the beauty that I see My very heart is still. Lonely I step o'er this elastic sod; All living things are dumb; But whispering of heights I have not trod The mountain breezes come. Only a little while my heart can rest, A little while forget The rugged paths to many a sun-lit crest That must be mounted yet. Take, wild fresh winds, my fading flowers and fern; These joys I may not keep: Sweet slumberous glade, farewell! When I return, It will be time for sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON BEING ASKED TO WRITE A POEM AGAINST THE WAR IN VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH THEY ACCUSE ME OF NOT TALKING by HAYDEN CARRUTH VASHTI by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOSEPH DIXON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS RESCUE by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER NEW-MADE HONOUR (IMITATED FROM MARTIAL) by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |