I gather thyme upon the sunny hills, And its pure fragrance ever gladdens me, And in my mind having tranquillity I smile to see how my green basket fills. And by clear streams I gather daffodils; And in dim woods find out the cherry-tree, And take its fruit, and the wild strawberry, And nuts, and honey; and live free from ills. I dwell on the green earth, 'neath the blue sky, Birds are my friends, and leaves my rustling roof; The deer are not afraid of me, and I Hear the wild goat, and hail its hastening hoof; The squirrels sit perked as I pass them by, And even the watchful hare stands not aloof. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SERVANT TO SERVANTS by ROBERT FROST FOUR SONNETS: 1 by FRANK DAVIS ASHBURN THREE PICTURES by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT D.O. BARNETT by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 17 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |