I sit among green shady valleys oft Listening to echo-winds sighing of woe; The grass and flowers are strong and sweet below, Yea, I am tired and the smooth turf is soft. I sit and think and never look aloft Save to the tops of a tall poplar row That glisten in the wind, whispering low Of sudden sorrow reaching those who laughed. A very drowsy fountain bubbles near Catching pale sunbeams o'er it wandering; Its waters are so clear the stones look through: -- Then sitting by its lazy stream I hear Silence more loud than any other thing, What time the trees weep o'er me honeydew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOCTURNE OF REMEMBERED SPRING by CONRAD AIKEN SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 2 by CONRAD AIKEN BEFORE A PAINTING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON AT THE MERMAID TAVERN (APRIL 10, 1613) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOSEPH DIXON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A LETTER ON THE USE OF MACHINE GUNS AT WEDDINGS by KENNETH PATCHEN |