I could not dwell here, it is all too fair, Too sunny, too luxuriant; those green fields, With the rich shadows of their old oak trees, Or the more graceful sweep of the light ash; Fields where the skylark builds amid the grass, Trees where the thrush's nest is on the boughs; Those human dwellings, looking peace at least, In gardens, with their growth of cultured flowers; The quiet winding of that tideless stream, Whose very movement is repose, whose waves Are rarely stirred save by the falling rain, Which comes when sunshine asks relief from showers; I could not dwell here, it is far too fair, For my heart feels the contrast all too much, Between the placid scene, and its unrest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INSTANS TYRANNUS by ROBERT BROWNING THE BLISSFUL DAY by ROBERT BURNS A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 10. THE DYING FALL by THOMAS CAMPION THE DESERTER['S MEDITATION] by JOHN PHILPOT CURRAN SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 109 by PETRARCH |