Far before me stretched a woodland, Clothed with leaves of dappled grey; Far behind me lay a meadow, Filled with bleating lambs at play. Clear and blue the sky above me, Here and there a cloudlet showed; Alabaster masses, faintly Tinged with flecks of gleaming gold. Birds were flittering in the branches, Where the sunlight glimmered through; Roses bathed their blushing faces In the fragrant morning dew. Where the ferns bent to the brooklet, Deep and dark the shadows lay; On the winds from fields afar off, Came the scent of new-mown hay. Every leaflet tossed and trembled, As the breeze would come and go; I am sure that they were telling Some weird secrets, soft and low. Deer and squirrels roamed the woodlands, Without fear of unseen harm; Not a sound but bird's soft twitter Broke the sweet of nature's calm. May our lives e'er guide us gently Onward to eternity; May no storm disturb the beauty Of their summer melody. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HERMOTIMUS by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN HER ANSWER by JOHN BENNETT (1865-1956) THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 49. FAREWELL TO JULIET (11) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT BEAUTIFUL HANDS by INA LADD BROWN THE STAFF AND THE TREE by SAMUEL VALENTINE COLE OUR TWENTY-SIX PRESIDENTS IN RHYME by JOHN NELSON DAVIDSON |