A hundred years to live, and live in joy! O what a favour'd fate! The blessed air, In all its purity of leaf and flower; The woodland peace, the contemplative hour; The stillness which no city-broils annoy; Security from envy, malice, care; The gales that fragrance to the spirit bear; The scenes in nature's unstain'd brightness fair; The lulling murmur of the lonely trees; The ambient bracing of the buoyant breeze; The very health on forest-beauty's face; The form robust in woodland pastures bred; -- With what a tranquil and uncumber'd pace Might thus we reach the slumbers of the dead! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO THE RIVER OTTER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SONNET: TO SLEEP by JOHN KEATS SHERIDAN AT CEDAR CREEK by HERMAN MELVILLE SUNDAY MORNING by WALLACE STEVENS PSALM 122 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE DRUNKEN DESPERADO by BAIRD BOYD |