Within this pleasant wood, beside the lane, Let's sit, and rest us from the burning sun, And hide us in the leaves, and entertain An hour away; -- to watch the wood-brook run Through heaps of leaves, drop dribbling after drop, Pining for freedom, till it climbs along In eddying fury o'er the foamy top; And then loud laughing sings its wimpling song, Kissing the misty dewberry by its side, With eager salutations, and in joy; Making the flag-leaves dance in graceful pride, Giving and finding joy. -- Here we employ An hour right profitably, thus to see Life may meet joys where few intruders be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VANQUISHED; ON THE DEATH OF GENERAL GRANT by FRANCIS FISHER BROWNE BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON ALL GOATS by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH THE WILDERNESS TRANSFORMED by PHILIP DODDRIDGE UPON THE NIPPLES OF JULIA'S BREAST by ROBERT HERRICK HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: MARSH SONG - AT SUNSET by SIDNEY LANIER MUIOPOTMOS, OR THE FATE OF THE BUTTERFLIE by EDMUND SPENSER |