The sky through the leaves of the bracken, Tenderly, pallidly blue, Nothing but sky as I lie on the mountain-top. Hark! for the wind as it blew, Rustling the tufts of my bracken above me, Brought from below Into the silence the sound of the water. Hark! for the oxen low, Sheep are bleating, a dog Barks, at a farm in the vale: Blue, through the bracken, softly enveloping, Silence, a veil. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PASSION AND LOVE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE SOUL AND BODY by ANDREW MARVELL SONG TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE NEW CRUSADE by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE LITTLE OLD WOMEN; TO VICTOR HUGO by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE MY SOUL by NETTIE STEPHENSON BOWEN |