Now to attune my dull soul, if I can, To the contentment of this countryside Where man is not for ever killing man But quiet days like these calm waters glide. And I will praise the blue flax in the rye, And pathway bindweed's trumpet-like attire, Pink rest-harrow and curlock's glistening eye, And poppies flaring like St. Elmo's fire. And I will praise the willows silver-gray, And where I stand the road is rippled over With airy dreams of blossomed bean and clover, And shyest birds come elfin-like to play: And in the rifts of blue above the trees Pass the full sails of natural Odysseys. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE BOY BLUE by EUGENE FIELD WITH A COPY OF HERRICK by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE YOUR HANDS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE WILLIE WINKIE by WILLIAM MILLER ETHIOPIA SALUTING THE COLORS by WALT WHITMAN TO THE MOCKINGBIRD by RICHARD HENRY WILDE THE PENDULUM by JURGIS BALTRUSHAITIS THE SINGERS OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |