COUCHED in cool shadow, girt by billowy swells Of foliage, rippling into buds and flowers, Here I repose o'erfanned by breezy bowers, -- Lulled by a delicate stream whose music wells Tender and low through those luxuriant dells, Wherefrom a single broad-leaved chestnut towers; -- Still musing in the long, lush, languid hours, -- As in a dream I heard the tinkling bells Of far-off kine, glimpsed through the verdurous sheen, Blent with faint bleatings from the distant croft, -- The bee-throngs murmurous in the golden fern, The wood-doves veiled by depths of flickering green, -- And near me, where the wild "queen fairies" burn, The thrush's bridal passion, warm and soft! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A PRIZE BIRD by MARIANNE MOORE THE PETRIFIED FERN by MARY LYDIA BOLLES BRANCH DEPARTURE IN THE DARK by CECIL DAY LEWIS THE RIDE-BY-NIGHTS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE OPPORTUNITY by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL |