I watch the children play beside the sea Upon an upland meadow lifted high, The ocean large before them, wave and sky A boundless panorama wild and free. The clouds in floating companies agree, White ships allure the fondly following eye, And all the glowing prospect far or nigh Is Nature's meditative jubilee. And yet the children toss their little ball, Shouting and rioting in heedless play, Unmindful of the glory of it all, Nor thinking once beyond their meadow gay. Among the buttercups they leap and fall, The ocean wide before them -- what care they? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT OF A BABY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE WHITE PEACOCK by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET A POEM FROM BOULDER RIDGE by JAMES GALVIN IMPELLED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON POETRY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 10 by EZRA POUND |