FLEET wheels had whirled for us, deep hedgerows threading, Till where, down labyrinthine lanes enfolden, The grey, green-mantled church stood, half withholden From passing eyes by elms full-fledged for shedding Midsummer shade, noon-shrunken, softly spreading O'er swarded path a dappled pavement, golden And beryl-flecked, to a door, whose dusk-arch olden Let glimpse in hesitant gleams, the sill's gloom dreading. A knot of children, snowy-bibbed, blue-skirted, Hung round the gate, from devious ways diverted; Shawled crone's slow halt and girl's light foot one goal Had found thereby. @3Grand weather for whose wedding?@1 Methought: and straight a daw from ivied steading Swooped startled, as a bell began to—toll. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DADDY STRAIN by KAREN SWENSON AFFIRMATION by LOUIS UNTERMEYER KEATS; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ON A SOLDIER FALLEN IN THE PHILIPPINES by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY JUBILATE AGNO: GARDNER'S TALENT by CHRISTOPHER SMART IN DER FREMDE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: JACQUELINE, COUNTESS OF HOLLAND by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |