GREEN sunny road that skirts the foot Of low hills, clad from top to toe With vines, beneath whose ripening fruit The yellow-coated pumpkins grow; Road winding by the ruined tower, Whose olden story none can tell, Road fringed with many a mountain flower, Road leading on to Appenzell! -- May thy soft shadows ne'er be less, Thy brawling brooklet never dumb! The hours were winged with happiness Which saw me through thy valley come. And by my side there tripped along The fairest of the mountain maids, Who sang unasked her mountain song, And showed me all the rocks and glades. I ne'er shall hear that song again, I ne'er shall see that Switzer dell, But in my heart will aye remain The road that leads to Appenzell; The sunny road that skirts the foot Of low hills, clad from top to toe With vines, beneath whose ripening fruit The yellow-coated pumpkins grow! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOCK-CART, OR HARVEST HOME by ROBERT HERRICK THE EXEQUY [ON HIS WIFE] by HENRY KING (1592-1669) TWILIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FLOWERS WITHOUT FRUIT by JOHN HENRY NEWMAN SPRING SONG by MAVIS CLARE BARNETT |