Over the downs there were birds flying, Far off glittered the sea, And toward the north the weald of Sussex Lay like a kingdom under me. I was happier than the larks That nest on the downs and sing to the sky -- Over the downs the birds flying Were not so happy as I. It was not you, though you were near, Though you were good to hear and see, It was not earth, it was not heaven, It was myself that sang in me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRINGED GENTIAN by EMILY DICKINSON SONNET: 94 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ON KEATS, WHO DESIRED THAT ON HIS TOMB SHOULD BE INSCRIBED: by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY MIRACLES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BOUTS RIMES IN PRAISE OF OLD MAIDS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE FIRST CANTO, OR NEW MOON by WILLIAM BASSE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 1 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |