HERE in solitude My soul was nurst, amid the loveliest scenes Of unpolluted nature. Sweet it was, As the white mists of morning roll'd away, To see the mountains' wooded heights appear Dark in the early dawn, and mark its slope, Rich with the blossom'd furze, as the slant sun On the golden ripeness pour'd a deepening light. Pleasant, at noon, beside the vocal brook, To lie me down and watch the floating clouds, And shape to fancy's wild similitudes Their ever-varying forms; and ho, most sweet! To drive my flock at evening to the fold, And hasten to our little hut, and hear The voice of kindness bid me welcome home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARIANNE MOORE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE RUNAWAY SLAVE AT PILGRIM'S POINT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING SUMMER WIND by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A TERRIBLE INFANT by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON INDIFFERENCE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE ALLEY. AN IMITATION OF SPENSER by ALEXANDER POPE RHAPSODY by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |