A little lonely moorland lake, Its waters brown and cool and deep-- The cliff, the hills behind it, make A picture for my heart to keep For rock and heather, wave and strand, Wore tints I never saw them wear; The June sunshine was o'er the land; Before, 'twas never half so fair! The amber ripples sang all day, Upon the beach, in thin pale spray, That streaked the sober strand with light. The amber ripples sang their song, When suddenly from far o'erhead A lark's pure voice mixed with the throng Of lovely things about us spread. Some flowers were there, so near the brink Their shadows in the wave were thrown; While mosses, green and grey and pink, Grew thickly round each smooth dark stone. And over all, the summer sky Shut out the town we left behind; 'Twas joy to stand in silence by, One bright chain linking mind to mind. Oh, little, lonely, mountain spot! Your place within my heart will be, Apart from all Life's busy lot, A true, sweet, solemn memory. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LONESOME CHILD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD A BARD'S EPITAPH by ROBERT BURNS THE BARBER'S by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE FAREWELL TO THE FARM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE END OF THE PLAY by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY A SONNET. OF LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |