Sweet garden! peaceful spot! no more in thee Shall I e'er while away the sunny hour. Farewell each blooming shrub, and lofty tree; Farewell the mossy path and nodding flow'r: I shall not hear again from yonder bow'r The song of birds, or humming of the bee, Nor listen to the waterfall, nor see The clouds float on behind the lofty tow'r. No more, at cool-air'd eve, or dewy morn, My gliding scythe shall shear thy mossy green: My busy hands shall never more adorn, My eyes no more may see, this peaceful scene. But still, sweet spot, wherever I may be, My love-led soul will wander back to thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POPLAR by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE RESPECTABLE BURGHER, ON 'THE HIGHER CRITICISM' by THOMAS HARDY SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 5 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE SHOES THAT DANCED by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH POVERTY AND POLITICS by ROBERT BURNS PICKING SKULLS AT VERDUN by VINCENT GODFREY BURNS PARAPHRASE OF PSALM 46. HEXAMETERS by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |