YOU know the way to Arcady Where I was born; You have been there, and fain Would there return. Some that go thither bring with them Red rose or jewelled diadem As secrets of the secret king: I, only what a child would bring. Yet I do think my song is true; For this is how the children do; This is the tune to which they go In sunny pastures high and low; The treble pipes not otherwise Sing daily under sunny skies In Arcady the dear; And you who have been there before, And love that country evermore, May not disdain to hear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GRAMERCY PARK by SARA TEASDALE ODE TO ETHIOPIA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONNET: ADDRESSED TO HAYDON (1) by JOHN KEATS THE LAST BUCCANEER by CHARLES KINGSLEY THE LEPER (2) by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS S. BARTHOLOMEW by JOSEPH BEAUMONT IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: A DREAM OF GOOD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |