My landscape only need comprise low hills, For these are eminent and limitless To me. They mean more than my dreams express; They mean more than my word or deed fulfils. The slender trees, the tuneless whip-poor-wills, Impart quite ample themes to loneliness. I find enough in scant elusiveness Of springs and little brooks. My spirit thrills To beauty, unprepared for the sublime. I wonder, though, when I shall be completed Even to transcribe these hills? Sometime This landscape in few lines will show to me The subtle mysteries I have entreated, In the simple realm of poetry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO E. T.: 1917 by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE WISTFUL DAYS by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON HAMPTON BEACH by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER WEAVERS ALL by MINNIE KEITH BAILEY THE DEPARTURE OF PIERROTT by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |