BUT to have lain upon the grass One perfect day, one perfect hour, Beholding all things mortal pass Into the quiet of green grass; But to have lain and loved the sun, Under the shadow of the trees, To have been found in unison, Once only, with the blessed sun; Ah! in these flaring London nights, Where midnight withers into morn, How quiet a rebuke it writes Across the sky of London nights! Upon the grass at Mantua These London nights were all forgot. They wake for me again: but ah, The meadow-grass at Mantua! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONG JOHN BROWN AND LITTLE MARY BELL by WILLIAM BLAKE THE NEED FOR MEN by JOSIAH GILBERT HOLLAND THE MILL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE DOOMED MAN by JOSEPH ADDISON ALEXANDER VERSES TO A FRIEND by BERNARD BARTON |