I HEAR it said yon land is poor, In spite of those rich cowslips there -- And all the singing larks it shoots To heaven from the cowslips' roots. But I, with eyes that beauty find, And music ever in my mind, Feed my thoughts well upon that grass Which starves the horse, the ox, and ass. So here I stand, two miles to come To Shapwick and my ten-days-home, Taking my summer's joy, although The distant clouds are dark and low, And comes a storm that, fierce and strong, Has brought the Mendip Hills along: Those hills that, when the light is there, Are many a sunny mile from here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 13. TO AUTHOR OF MEMOIRS OF HOUSE OF BRANDENBURGH by MARK AKENSIDE FRATERNITY by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 8. BE QUICK AND SURE by PHILIP AYRES THE SHEPHERD'S PIPE: DEDICATION TO EDWARD, LORD ZOUCH by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE PRISONER by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE PARSON'S LOOKS by ROBERT BURNS |