O BONNY things that ne'er have toiled nor spun, Yet go arrayed in gold-and-argent glow, With the mind's eye methinks I see you grow In the low-lying land where waters run, So thick, the grass is well-nigh hid; and none Of all your goodly host in gallant show But bends a happy face where, westering low, Shines the imperial beauty of the sun. A message from the fields is come with you; Clasp of the wholesome earth, joy of the light, And fragrance of the rest which is of night, Whisper and call of wind, and balm of dew; All sweet-strong influence wherefrom ye grew; And breathings even of the Infinite. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT OF ONE DEAD by CONRAD AIKEN NEUTRALITY LOATHSOME by ROBERT HERRICK THE WEARY BLUES by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES A UTILITARIAN VIEW OF THE MONITOR'S FIGHT by HERMAN MELVILLE A LETTER FROM A GIRL TO HER OWN OLD AGE by ALICE MEYNELL A SONG OF FREEDOM by ALICE MILLIGAN SONNET: 130 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |