O nature! I do not aspire To be the highest in thy choir, -- To be a meteor in thy sky, Or comet that may range on high; Only a zephyr that may blow Among the reeds by the river low; Give me thy most privy place Where to run my airy race. In some withdrawn, unpublic mead Let me sigh upon a reed, Or in the woods, with leafy din, Whisper the still evening in: Some still work give me to do, -- Only -- be it near to you! For I'd rather be thy child And pupil, in the forest wild, Than be the king of men elsewhere, And most sovereign slave of care; To have one moment of thy dawn, Than share the city's year forlorn. Some still work give me to do Only be it near to you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REVELATION by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE PURPLE COW by FRANK GELETT BURGESS THIRTEEN WAYS OF LOOKING AT A BLACKBIRD by WALLACE STEVENS CONFLICT AND PEACE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS LINES WITH A WEDDING PRESENT by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE LAME SHEPHERD by KATHARINE LEE BATES |