I WILL awake with dawn, arise and go Far down the countryside to learn if still There is mad music in the tumbling rill And barefoot memories where rivers flow, Or shining dreams on fruit-trees hung with snow, Balm in the breath of morning, — and a thrill In hearing ploughmen singing while they till Dew-diamonded fields: — I am sick to know If these things greet me with the old-time charm, Entrance me as they did when but a boy, I thought the world was just my father's farm, And living was a rainbow dream of joy; I will arise — I have a vague alarm, Years have conspired their magic to destroy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WATERS OF BABYLON by LOUIS UNTERMEYER MEMORY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO MUSIC [TO BECALM HIS FEVER] by ROBERT HERRICK SONNET: 9 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 52 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE WANDERER: 6. PALINGENSIS: THE SOUL'S SCIENCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |