LORD, when I look at lovely things which pass, Under old trees the shadow of young leaves Dancing to please the wind along the grass, Or the golden stillness of the August sun on the August sheaves; Can I believe there is a heavenlier world than this? And if there is, Will the strange heart of any everlasting thing Bring me these dreams that take my breath away? They come at evening with the home-flying rooks and the scent of hay, Over the fields. They come in Spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A CATY-DID by PHILIP FRENEAU WHEN FIRST MY WAY by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE BLESSED DAMOZEL by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI INVITATION TO A PAINTER: 1 by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE STORM by ANNA A. ARMBRUSTER OUT A-NUTTEN by WILLIAM BARNES |