A SUDDEN swirl of song in the bright sky— The little lark adoring his lord the sun; Across the corn the lazy ripples run; Under the eaves, conferring drowsily, Doves droop or amble; the agile waterfly Wrinkles the pool; and flowers, gay and dun, Rose, bluebell, rhododendron, one by one, The buccaneering bees prove busily. Ah, who may trace this tranquil loveliness In verse felicitous?—no measure tells; But gazing on her bosom we can guess Why men strike hard for England in red hells, Falling on dreams, 'mid Death's extreme caress, Of English daisies dancing in English dells. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE TO JOHN LAPRAIK, AN OLD SCOTTISH BARD by ROBERT BURNS RONDEAU by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT THE MOSS ROSE by FRIEDRICH ADOLF KRUMMACHER ANDROMEDA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH 1916 SEEN FROM 1921 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SOLOMON'S PARENTS by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |