Not soon shall I forget -- a sheet Of golden water, cold and sweet, The young moon with her head in veils Of silver, and the nightingales. A wain of hay came up the lane -- O fields I shall not walk again, And trees I shall not see, so still Against a sky of daffodil! Fields where my happy heart had rest, And where my heart was heaviest, I shall remember them at peace Drenched in moon-silver like a fleece. The golden water sweet and cold, The moon of silver and of gold, The dew upon the gray grass-spears, I shall remember them with tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEACE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS WREATHE THE BOWL by THOMAS MOORE THE SECOND DAYES LAMENTATION OF THE AFFECTIONATE SHEPHEARD by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE HOUSE AT EVENING by WILLIAM ROSE BENET ON KNOWING WHEN TO STOP by L. J. BRIDGMAN THE PROPHET by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |