Where leads my way? By trees that flutter in the wind, By fields half blind With dew, by halls where I may find At afterday, Heathen or fay. I pass and sing. With cool-eyed youth and all delight I am bedight -- From morning light to morning light Adventuring. One song I sing. Beneath the blue, The lithe trees lean my song to hear. It is so clear Even their blytheness it can cheer -- For fresh and true, 'Tis all of you! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MEMORY OF THE HEART by DANIEL WEBSTER NIOBE: THE GODS' CHILDREN by AESCHYLUS THE DIFFERENCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |