I walked the little road with eager feet; The meadow daisies nodded fresh and sweet. I saw my little rose-clad cottage white, Where whippoorwills called through the dusky night. This little rose-clad cottage, my abode, Nestled close beside the winding road, The loveliest place in all this world I know, Where stately hollyhocks and sunflowers grow. The woodland roses down the pasture lane, Seemed new and lovelier since the recent rain. I was contented never more to roam, And I was thankful for my country home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN BARLEYCORN by ROBERT BURNS THE AEOLIAN HARP by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE BOSTON HYMN; READ IN MUSIC HALL, JANUARY 1, 1863 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE FIRST BREAK by ALEXANDER ANDERSON TO LABOR by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |