To spend the long warm days Silent beside the silent-stealing streams, To see, not gaze,-- To hear, not listen, thoughts exchanged for dreams: See clouds that slowly pass Trailing their shadows o'er the far faint down, And ripening grass, While yet the meadows wear their starry crown: To hear the breezes sigh Cool in the silver leaves like falling rain, Pause and go by, Tired wanderers o'er the solitary plain: See far from all affright Shy river creatures play hour after hour, And night by night Low in the West the white moon's folding flower. Thus lost to human things, To blend at last with Nature and to hear What songs she sings Low to herself when there is no one near. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EGYPTIAN PULLED GLASS BOTTLE IN THE SHAPE OF A FISH by MARIANNE MOORE TASTING THE EARTH by JAMES OPPENHEIM CITY LYRICS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS A TOMB BY THE SEA by AULUS LICINIUS ARCHIAS INSTEAD OF TEARS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER |