I found it on a morning when the wings Of song birds rose with music to the sun -- A small green valley gemmed with mountain springs And filled with sounds of brooks that through it run Its trees looked as if stars had nested there With birds whose notes came forth in starry song, And fragrance of wild flowers filled the air, And morning lingered long. There, from leaf shadows, came a dappled fawn To drink at that clear spring where I had stood; A thrush shook dew upon me, and was gone On rapture drifting through a singing wood. Trout arched their sudden rainbows in the pools And circles spread their silver at my feet -- Each time I think of it some magic cools My throat, the air grows sweet. I have not found the way to it again But something of that valley still I keep -- I hear its music as I heard it then, Its fragrance sometimes lingers in my sleep. It still is there -- I have but lost the way And not the valley that I wandered through . . . While I can feel it near -- and while I may Share some of it with you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST POST by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES FORMERLY A SLAVE' (AN IDEALIZED PORTRAIT, BY E. VEDDER) by HERMAN MELVILLE ON A BUST OF DANTE by THOMAS WILLIAM PARSONS BISHOP BRUNO by ROBERT SOUTHEY AGAMEMNON: THE BEACONS by AESCHYLUS |