I watch the children play beside the sea Upon an upland meadow lifted high, The ocean large before them, wave and sky A boundless panorama wild and free. The clouds in floating companies agree, White ships allure the fondly following eye, And all the glowing prospect far or nigh Is Nature's meditative jubilee. And yet the children toss their little ball, Shouting and rioting in heedless play, Unmindful of the glory of it all, Nor thinking once beyond their meadow gay. Among the buttercups they leap and fall, The ocean wide before them -- what care they? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOLLY NOSE by WILLIAM HARRISON AINSWORTH TO HAFIZ by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH FIRST CYCLE OF LOVE POEMS: 2 by GEORGE BARKER THE WATERS OF LETHE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE VICTORIAN LADIES by MILDRED HATTON BRYAN A MOTHER'S WEALTH by WILLIAM C. CAMERON |