IN pleasant shade I walk, while sunshine lies On many a distant slope, And far above me, gold-green summits rise, Like steadfast towers of Hope. My hands are full of wreathed bryony, And bracken from the hill; And sated with the beauty that I see My very heart is still. Lonely I step o'er this elastic sod; All living things are dumb; But whispering of heights I have not trod The mountain breezes come. Only a little while my heart can rest, A little while forget The rugged paths to many a sun-lit crest That must be mounted yet. Take, wild fresh winds, my fading flowers and fern; These joys I may not keep: Sweet slumberous glade, farewell! When I return, It will be time for sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DESERT FLOWERS by KEITH CASTELLAINE DOUGLAS A NOCTURNAL REVERIE by ANNE FINCH THE TUFT OF FLOWERS by ROBERT FROST PICTURESQUE; A FRAGMENT by JOHN AIKIN LOVE'S CHANGE by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH ON A CHILD SLEEPING IN CYNTHIA'S LAP by PHILIP AYRES |