I gather thyme upon the sunny hills, And its pure fragrance ever gladdens me, And in my mind having tranquillity I smile to see how my green basket fills. And by clear streams I gather daffodils; And in dim woods find out the cherry-tree, And take its fruit, and the wild strawberry, And nuts, and honey; and live free from ills. I dwell on the green earth, 'neath the blue sky, Birds are my friends, and leaves my rustling roof; The deer are not afraid of me, and I Hear the wild goat, and hail its hastening hoof; The squirrels sit perked as I pass them by, And even the watchful hare stands not aloof. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAVE PAINTING by HAYDEN CARRUTH SISTER MARIA CELESTE, GALILEO'S DAUGHTER, WRITES TO FRIEND by MADELINE DEFREES TO SEE THE STARS IN DAYLIGHT by JAMES GALVIN FAITH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LOHENGRIN; PROEM by EMMA LAZARUS TO CARMEN SYLVA (QUEEN OF ROUMANIA) by EMMA LAZARUS AT THE ZOO IN SPAIN by CLARENCE MAJOR |