HILLS where once my love and I Let the hours go laughing by! All your woods and dales are sad, -- You have lost your Oread. Falling leaves! Silent woodlands! Half your loveliness is fled. Golden-rod, wither now! Winter winds, come hither now! All the summer joy is dead. There's a sense of something gone In the grass I linger on. There's an under-voice that grieves In the rustling of the leaves. Pine-clad peaks! Rushing waters! Glens where we were once so glad! There's a light passed from you, There's a joy outcast from you,-- You have lost your Oread. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE GIFFEN by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR THE SONG OF AMORGEN by AMORGEN; AMERGIN GLUINGEI; THE CLINGING VINE by ANTIPATER OF SIDON THE TUTELAGE by ROBERT MOWRY BELL THE FOUR ZOAS: NIGHTS THE SEVENTH AND EIGHTH by WILLIAM BLAKE PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: GEORGE BUBB DODINGTON by ROBERT BROWNING PENELOPE by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN |