O PASTORAL heart of England! like a psalm Of green days telling with a quiet beat -- O wave into the sunset flowing calm! O tired lark descending on the wheat! Lies it all peace beyond that western fold Where now the lingering shepherd sees his star Rise upon Malvern? Paints an Age of Gold Yon cloud with prophecies of linked ease -- Lulling this Land, with hills drawn up like knees, To drowse beside her implements of war? Man shall outlast his battles. They have swept Avon from Naseby Field to Severn Ham; And Evesham's dedicated stones have stepp'd Down to the dust with Montfort's oriflamme. Nor the red tear nor the reflected tower Abides; but yet these eloquent grooves remain, Worn in the sandstone parapet hour by hour By labouring bargemen where they shifted ropes E'en so shall man turn back from violent hopes To Adam's cheer, and toil with spade again. Ay, and his mother Nature, to whose lap Like a repentant child at length he hies, Not in the whirlwind or the thunder-clap Proclaims her more tremendous mysteries: But when in winter's grave, bereft of light, With still, small voice divinelier whispering -- Lifting the green head of the aconite, Feeding with sap of hope the hazel-shoot -- She feels God's finger active at the root, Turns in her sleep, and murmurs of the Spring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLOWER OF BEAUTY by GEORGE DARLEY INTOXICATION by EMILY DICKINSON THE SOCIETY UPON THE STANISLAUS by FRANCIS BRET HARTE ON THE DEITY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE CITY OF DESPAIR by MAXWELL STRUTHERS BURT MONODY ON THE DEATH OF CHATTERTON (FIRST VERSION) by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE LITTLE PAPOOSE by HILDA CONKLING |