What happy place we travel through! Did wallflowers ever look so gay? Kissed by the periwinkle blue The old wall stoops above our way. The chestnut climbs above the church And torches holds for the sun's amaze, The wind-cock glitters on his perch, The cows in dreams of grasses gaze. And for this blackclad ghost-like maid Whose cobbled shoes so wearily trace The dust, whose gaze on ground is laid, Whose steps are wounds -- what happy place? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHT AND DAY: 4 by ISAAC ROSENBERG A ST. HELENA LULLABY by RUDYARD KIPLING THE WARNING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE MORNING-GLORY by MARIA WHITE LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HARRY WILMANS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE KNIGHTS: DEMOS REJUVENATED by ARISTOPHANES TO LORD BYRON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |