MILD hearts! and modest as the evening bell That rings so often through your meadow rhyme, May there be elms and belfries where you dwell, And the last streaks of day still gild old time! In the new heaven and true Jerusalem Can such things be? That can they! where you rove The glow-worm shall not hide his elvish gem, The owl with ghostly wing shall tour the grove. And when the charms and fairies of the night Are changed to sparkling dew and morning's choir, Gazing the vale farms, from some sheep-strown height, How will you welcome Phoebus' dancing fire! On ancient arches shall your primrose peep, On diamond lattices your sunbeam play, Across shy brooks your little peasants leap, And peace and innocence divide the day. Nor shall the shades of poets not be seen Whom you have loved. Milton in his young prime, Spenser and Chaucer on the daisied green Shall join with you and hear May-morning chime. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IDYLL 1. LAMENT FOR ADONIS by BION QUA CURSUM VENTUS by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH SONNET: AUTUMN by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW LUCASIA, ROSANIA, AND ORINDA PARTING AT A FOUNTAIN by KATHERINE PHILIPS SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 90 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |