I never wholly feel that summer is high, However green the trees, or loud the birds, However movelessly eye winking herds, Stand in field ponds, or under large trees lie, -- Till I do climb all cultured pastures by, That hedged by hedgerows studiously fretted trim, Smile like a lady's face with lace laced prim, And on some moor or hill that seeks the sky Lonely and nakedly, -- utterly lie down, And feel the sunshine throbbing on body and limb, My drowsy brain in pleasant drunkenness swim, Each rising thought sink back, and dreamily drown, Smiles creep o'er my face, and smother my lips, and cloy, Each muscle sink to itself, and separately enjoy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WIFE IN LONDON by THOMAS HARDY TO MY NINETH DECADE by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR EPITHALAMIUM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD RAIN ON FALL NIGHTS by MILDRED TELFORD BARNWELL I SEE A FORM, I SEE A FACE by ROBERT BURNS LINES TO A LADY WEEPING by GEORGE GORDON BYRON MY MENDING BASKET by BESSIE CHANDLER OUT OF THE SHADOWS: AN UNFINISHED SONNET-SEQUENCE 1 by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. OLNEY HYMNS: 22. PRAYER FOR A BLESSING ON THE YOUNG by WILLIAM COWPER |