Classic and Contemporary Poetry
STRAYED, by CHARLES ERSKINE SCOTT WOOD Poet's Biography First Line: Sunburned dryad of the lanes Last Line: For the swallows in the eaves. Subject(s): Dryads; Smoke; Sun | ||||||||
SUNBURNED dryad of the lanes, In the city street you stare, Holding pensively the reins Of your rustic team, their manes Tawny as your breeze-blown hair Nut-brown hair with sunny stains. Far your thoughts are from this shock, Far from all this smoke and din, To your woolly bleating flock, To that nook where, doffed your frock, You do ripple to your chin Near the bubbled, gurgling rock. There beneath the beech you dream, Lie upon the grass so cool, Watch the honest, faithful team, Standing mid-leg in the stream, Lift their noses from the pool, Where the sky and shallows gleam. There the sounds of evening come As the hushing world grows dark; Night-jars croak, and like a drum, Heard afar, the beetles hum; Fireflies bear their fancy spark Till the night is deeply dumb. Dryad! brown as forest leaves, Fragrant is your loaded car, Melons covered o'er with sheaves. Buyers crowd; but your heart grieves For the glades where cow-bells are, For the swallows in the eaves. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOURNEY INTO THE EYE by DAVID LEHMAN AGAINST EXCESS OF SEA OR SUN OR REASON by WILLIAM MEREDITH WHY I WAKE EARLY by MARY OLIVER CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUN by HAYDEN CARRUTH SERPENT SUN EYE BEWITCHING MY EYE by AIME CESAIRE CRADLING WHEAT by CHARLES ERSKINE SCOTT WOOD |
|