Again I walk 'mid orchard bloom And linger long with willing feet; I walk with sighs, but not in gloom, For in my heart is ample room For pensive thoughts and musings sweet. Ah, pensive thoughts, to these I'm prone, When, strolling 'neath the pink white boughs, I breathe the fragrance, hear the drone Of eager bees that come from home, In forest near, or gardened house. My thoughts go homeward with the bees; I dream of youth and happier days -- Of orchards where amid the trees I loitered free from Time's decrees, And loved the birds and learned their ways. Oh, orchard thoughts and orchard sighs, Ye, too, are born of life's regrets! The apple bloom I see with eyes That have grown sad in growing wise, Through Mays that manhood ne'er forgets. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 4 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE FIRST LESSON by EMILY DICKINSON THE UNSUNG HEROES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR IN HOSPITAL: 28. DISCHARGED by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY ENVOY, TO 'MORE SONGS FROM VAGABONDIA' by RICHARD HOVEY FELICIA HEMANS by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 1 by EZRA POUND LINES COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |