The streets lead out into a mist The streets lead out into a mist Of daisies and of daffodils - Of daisies and of daffodils - A world of green and amethyst, A world of green and amethyst, Of seas and of uplifted hills. Of seas and of uplifted hills. There bird-songs are not lost in eaves, There bird-songs are not lost in eaves, Nor beaten down by cart and car, Nor beaten down by cart and car, But drifting sweetly through the leaves, But drifting sweetly through the leaves, They die upon the fields afar. They die upon the fields afar. Nor is the wind a broken thing Nor is the wind a broken thing That faints within hot prison cells, That faints within hot prison cells, But rises on a silver wing But rises on a silver wing From out among the heather bells. From out among the heather bells. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN'S GENITALS by HAYDEN CARRUTH LETTER TO MAXINE SULLIVAN by HAYDEN CARRUTH A MAN'S VOCATION IS NOBODY'S BUSINESS by JAMES GALVIN ONE OF THE LEAST OF THESE, MY LITTLE ONE' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON UNDER THE CEDARCROFT CHESTNUT by SIDNEY LANIER THE FEAST OF LIGHTS by EMMA LAZARUS ON A CERTAIN CRITIC by AMY LOWELL THE SLAVE TRADE: VIEW FROM THE MIDDLE PASSAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR |