"Is there such a place as Grenstone?" Celia, hear them ask! -- Tell me, shall we share it with them? Shall we let them breathe and bask On the windy, sunny pasture, Where the hill-top turns its face Toward the valley of the mountain, Our beloved place? Shall we show them through our churchyard, With its crumbling wall Set between the dead and living? Shall our willowed waterfall, Blueberries and pines and bluebirds, Be a secret we shall share? . . . If they make but little of it, Celia, shall we care? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THREE SONNETS by RICHARD WILBUR DOMESDAY BOOK: JOHN SCOFIELD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ROBINSON CRUSOE ['S STORY, OR ISLAND] by CHARLES EDWARD CARRYL ETHELSTAN: RUNILDA'S CHANT by GEORGE DARLEY A NEW EARTH by WILLIAM ARTHUR DUNKERLEY |