Though the sun slept upon the yellow sand, And though the ferns waved idly in the breeze, And though the green resplendent sun-kissed trees Lifted tall gracious heads on either hand,— And though the purple heather filled the land, And the pine-odour wafted o'er the leas Seemed softer than the salt strong scent of seas,— I felt a pain I could not understand. Something was wanting.—Then I climbed a hill And the blue Brighton downs beneath their haze Stretched far before me. With one wild soul-thrill And one long eager tearful burning gaze I yearned towards these, and felt my heart grow still: Then turned again to the green woodland ways. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WORDS INTO WORDS WON'T GO by CLARENCE MAJOR THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 20 by THOMAS CAMPION THE BOSTON EVENING TRANSCRIPT by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE LONELY CHILD by JAMES OPPENHEIM ON THE AMOROUS AND PATHETIC STORY OF ARCADIUS AND SEPHA by L. B. INFLUENCE by BELLE BEARDEN BARRY |