Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, FROM WOONSOCKET HILL, by JOHN L. OSBORNE


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FROM WOONSOCKET HILL, by                    
First Line: The earth, this beautiful summer's day
Last Line: Framed in the sunshine golden light!
Subject(s): Woonsocket, Rhode Island


THE earth, this beautiful summer's day,
Is in perfect tune with the blue of the sky,
And the fleecy white of the clouds that play
On the wings of the amorous zephyr's sigh.

My errant fancy has led me here,
To the highest point of Woonsocket's crest,
In this sweetest season of the year
When fields and woods are in verdure dressed.

I left the valley far, far behind,
As ever upward the pathway led,
Past gray stone-walls where the ivy twined,
And the elms a grateful coolness shed;

Past the farm-house old, 'neath the sycamore,
With its well-curb aged and moss o'ergrown,
And the broad flat stones before the door,
Wearing slow as the years have flown;

Till at last I have reached the highest peak
And before me the landscape stretches wide,
And eastward or westward the eye may seek
Yet find no bound to restrain its pride.

Southeastward a line of darker hue
Than the sky that meets it, far away,
Tells that there are dancing the wavelets blue
On the bosom of Narragansett Bay.

On the left Wachuset, showing dim
Through wreaths of vapor that round it fold,
Crowns with its dome the horizon's rim,
Like some eastern temple, grand and old.

While nearer, along the valleys green,
Full many a village meets the eye,
And here and there the silver sheen
Of a brooklet mirrors the arching sky.

What pleasure it is to linger here,
Through the summer hours so warm and bright,
Watching the landscape, far and near,
Framed in the sunshine golden light!





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