Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE UP-HILL STREET, by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN Poet's Biography First Line: There's a lane through grassy meadows Last Line: And merges in the sky. Subject(s): Aging; Memory; Roads; Paths; Trails | ||||||||
THERE'S a lane through grassy meadows, There's a turnpike to the sea, There's a trail across the mountain Which is very dear to me. There's a shady, quiet roadway On the border of the town; There are footpaths going blithely Up the little hills and down. And oh! I love the highroads My happy feet have pressed. But walk at evening, walk at morn, There's one I love the best. It is a narrow city street That clambers with a will Between two ragged cliffs of brick Upon a windy hill. I see it from my window, I watch it every day Slope to the level sky-verge Whereon it melts away; While etched across the picture Stands straight and strong and tall, The oak tree that I planted When I was very small. Above, a narrow sky-way The houses frame for me; Beyond, across the city -- Though I can hardly see -- I know the blue bay opens, With towering blocks between; I feel, I smell, I hear it When winds blow east and keen! And I have dwelt here always; A child I saw it climb, The quaint, forgotten byway, Unmarked by change or time. How often have I trod it! Each brick and stone I know! Each little rise and hollow Though hidden under snow. And looking from my window I almost think to see A childish figure climbing -- The little shade of Me. But as I watch her, smiling -- The child who once was I -- My Fancy climbs the little hill And merges in the sky. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HE FINDS THE MANSION by JAMES MCMICHAEL BY DIFFERENT PATHS by MARVIN BELL DRIVING HOME by MADELINE DEFREES ART IS PARALLEL TO NATURE by CLARENCE MAJOR HIGHWAY 2, ILLINOIS by LISEL MUELLER A CHARM SAID UNDER AN OAK by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |
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