Back to the rock-ribbed mountains of Vermont ... A silent man among his native hills; Unmoved alike by over-praise or taunt, Mob-violence, group-thinking, stubborn ills. His might have been a shrine in Arlington Among the mighty, visited by throngs, His simple choice was, that his day's work done, He lie with Father ... son, where wild bird songs And mountain pines should sound his requiem; Where speckled trout flash past remembered nooks; Of alder thickets where the ruffed grouse drum And scraggly clumps conceal the nests of rooks. Among the haunts which knew his boyhood feet His manhood, wearied, found its loved retreat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 3. BY HER AUNT'S GRAVE by THOMAS HARDY WAITING - BOTH by THOMAS HARDY SONNET: TO HOMER by JOHN KEATS NIGHTFALL (1) by WYSTAN HUGH AUDEN SHE BEGINING TO STUDY PHISICK ... FALLS INTO A DEGRESSION ON ANATOMY by JANE BARKER TO A BIRD IN THE CITY by MATTHIAS BARR URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE FIRST CANTO, OR NEW MOON by WILLIAM BASSE |