HOW often has he lingered here alone In such a golden evensong of spring, Making the eye-sweet melody of stone More lovely by his words' accompanying -- Singing for very youth of heart, compelled By the keen urge of beauty, even as now Tweed sings along the valley, April-swelled, While the green slopes flush slowly to the plow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO FUNERALS: 2. by LOUIS UNTERMEYER REVELRY OF THE DYING by BARTHOLOMEW DOWLING EPITAPH INTENDED FOR SIR ISAAC NEWTON, IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by ALEXANDER POPE TWO VARIATIONS ON AN OLD NURSEY RHYME: 2 by EDITH SITWELL EPIGRAM by FRANCOIS GUILLAUME JEAN STANISLAS ANDRIEUX |