I see from my hospital window A cherished and beautiful lawn. The birds in its clustering tree-tops With jubilance welcome the dawn. Beyond it the courteous meadows Make offerings all the day long, The golden green of the sunlight, The elm-trees laden with song. Soft-framing the exquisite picture, A circle of forested hills Lifts lightly the vision to heaven, Away from earth's challenging ills. Ah, lovely the scene of enchantment! And yet, had I magical might, I'd change the whole for an alley, A gloomy and pitiful sight, If only through wretchedest windows (O dream of imperial wealth!) I could look on that pitiful alley With the conquering eyes of health! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLE HYMN OF THE RUSSIAN REPUBLIC by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A SONG TO A FAIR YOUNG LADY GOING OUT OF TOWN IN THE SPRING by JOHN DRYDEN ABRAHAM LINCOLN (1) by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD JUNE BRACKEN AND HEATHER by ALFRED TENNYSON FOR THE YOUNGEST by CHARLES WESLEY BRONZE TRUMPETS AND SEA WATER; ON TURNING LATIN VERSE INTO ENGLISH by ELINOR WYLIE |