I sit among green shady valleys oft Listening to echo-winds sighing of woe; The grass and flowers are strong and sweet below, Yea, I am tired and the smooth turf is soft. I sit and think and never look aloft Save to the tops of a tall poplar row That glisten in the wind, whispering low Of sudden sorrow reaching those who laughed. A very drowsy fountain bubbles near Catching pale sunbeams o'er it wandering; Its waters are so clear the stones look through: -- Then sitting by its lazy stream I hear Silence more loud than any other thing, What time the trees weep o'er me honeydew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD STOIC by EMILY JANE BRONTE GOLD-OF-OPHIR ROSES by GRACE ATHERTON DENNEN OPEN, TIME by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY FAREWELL TO ARMS by GEORGE PEELE PHILLIS'S AGE by MATTHEW PRIOR DOLORES by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |