A little flock of clouds go down to rest In some blue corner off the moon's highway, With shepherd-winds that shook them in the West To borrowed shapes of earth, in bright array, Perhaps to weave a rainbow's gay festoons Around the lonesome isle which Brooke has made A little England full of lovely noons, Or dot it with his country's mountain shade. Ah, little wanderers, when you reach that isle Tell him, with dripping dew, they have not failed, What he loved most; for late I roamed a while Thro' English fields and down her rivers sailed; And they remember him with beauty caught From old desires of Oriental Spring Heard in his heart with singing overwrought; And still on Purley Common gooseboys sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOSS ROSE by FRIEDRICH ADOLF KRUMMACHER DEATH THE LEVELLER, FR. THE CONTENTION OF AJAX AND ULYSSES by JAMES SHIRLEY THE PITY OF LOVE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE PEN by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 21. YAKBUZU WA YABSUTU by EDWIN ARNOLD |