A little while, Vermont, a little while Before the long awaited wakening. Ah, let us stir within our dreams and smile, And drowse remembering—remembering. There was a lake with little islands lying, Toes pointed toward the mountains. Here we stood And watched the sun go down with streamers flying; And saw the night come up behind the wood. There was a tower raised upon a hill, Watched by tall pines beneath the morning's blue; And here we heard of wisdom, here we still Shall come to find the thoughtless youth we knew. A little while, Vermont, a little while This Wonder shall endure, then we must rise And turn aside and cross the wishing stile, With quiet eyes—with quiet eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BAY FIGHT by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL GO DOWN DEATH; A FUNERAL SERMON by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE FIGHT AT SAN JACINTO [APRIL 21, 1836] by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 68 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE LANDLADY'S DAUGHTER by JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND |