HO! I'm going back where We were youngsters. -- Meet me there, Dear old barefoot chum, and we Will be as we used to be, -- Lawless rangers up and down The old creek beyond the town -- Little sunburnt gods at play, Just as in that far-away: -- Water nymphs, all unafraid, Shall smile at us from the brink Of the old mill-race and wade Tow'rd us as we kneeling drink At the spring our boyhood knew, Pure and clear as morning-dew: And, as we are rising there, Doubly dow'r'd to hear and see, We shall thus be made aware. Of an eery piping, heard High above the happy bird In the hazel: And then we, Just across the creek, shall see (Hah! the goaty rascal!) Pan Hoof it o'er the sloping green, Mad with his own melody, Ay, and (bless the beasty man!) Stamping from the grassy soil Bruised scents of fleur-de-lis, Boneset, mint, and pennyroyal. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT NIGHT; SONNET by AMY LOWELL GEORGE MOORE by MARIANNE MOORE KUBLA KHAN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE PRINCESS; A MEDLEY by ALFRED TENNYSON THE PUMPKIN by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER A JAPANESE DWARF TREE by ISABEL ANDERSON OLD SARUM; LINES ON THE CONFERENCE OF THE ENGLISH CHURCH AT SALISBURY by ALICE COLBURN BEAL |