It is the fairest sight in Nature's realms, To see on summer morning, dewy-sweet, That very type of freshness, the green wheat, Surging thro' shadows of the hedgerow elms; How the eye revels in the many shapes And colours which the risen day restores! How the wind blows the poppy's scarlet capes About his urn! and how the lark upsoars! Not like the timid corn-craik scudding fast From his own voice, he with him takes his song Heavenward, then, striking sideways, shoots along, Happy as sailor boy that, from the mast, Runs out upon the yard-arm, till at last He sinks into his nest, those clover tufts among. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MAN CHILD IS BORN (1839) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SEA GODS: 2 by HILDA DOOLITTLE LITANY by ROBERT GRANT (1785-1838) |