TAKE now a country mood, Resolve, distil it; Nine Acre swaying alive, June flowers that fill it, Spicy sweetbriar bush, The uneasy wren Fluttering from ash to birch And back again, Milkwort on its low stem, Spread hawthorn-tree, Sunlight patching the wood, A hive-bound bee, Girls riding nim-nim-nim, Ladies, trot-trot, Gentlemen hard at gallop, Shouting, steam-hot. Now over the rough turf Bridles go jingle, And there's a well-loved pool By Fox's Dingle Where, Sweetheart, my brown mare, Old Glory's daughter, May loll her leathern tongue In snow-cool water. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE: THE MEDITERRANEAN by GEORGE SANTAYANA GONE by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE BREAK OF DAY IN THE TRENCHES by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 79. THE MONOCHORD by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET: 94 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE COMPARES THE TROUBLES WHICH HE HAS UNDERGONE, TO LABOURS OF HERCULES by PHILIP AYRES |