With stricken heart, and melting mood, I rov'd along the mead to brood In freedom, at the eventide, On souls that time has scatter'd wide; As by the boughy hedge's side The shadows darken'd into night, And cooling airs, with wanton flight, Were blowing o'er the eegrass. There fancy roam'd from place to place, From year to year, to find some face That I no more shall look upon, Or see in sadness, sorrow-wan, Or time-worn with its brightness gone; And my own Lucy, fair to see, Seem'd there to come again to me, Up o'er the shining eegrass. As when upon a summer's day, While we were there at hawling hay, With downcast look she lightly drew Her rake-head to her shapely shoe, With hands well skill'd to bring it through The tangled crowfoot-stems, that broke The rakes for us poor clumsy folk, And still are in the eegrass. And there the storms that spring clouds shed Fell lately on her hooded head, The while she sat, at eventide, A-milking by her dun cow's side; And there, when summer, sunny-skied And boughy-wooded, brought its heat, She trod the flow'rs with light-shod feet, But comes not o'er the eegrass. O summer all thy crops are down, And copse and leaze are turning brown, And cuckoos leave the boughs to fade Through waning fall, within the glade; And we have lost our blooming maid. So all thou broughtest fresh and fair Begins to wither ev'ry where, But this bright-bladed eegrass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED CASE, NOT TO BE FOUND IN ANY BOOKS by WILLIAM COWPER AFTER A VISIT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR RIDDLE: A CANDLE by MOTHER GOOSE UNDER THE SHADE OF THE TREES [MAY 10, 1863] by MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 68 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE BLACKBIRD by ALFRED TENNYSON |