Where the stamping horses pass And the dust is in the grass, By the roadside bare and hot Gracing each unlovely spot, Lo! before our weary eyes Shines the blue of summer skies. Gleaming like an azure star Where the fiercest sunbeams are, Neighbor Chickory bestows Such a sense of cool repose, In the noon-tide's hottest glare It is always evening there. Oh, to learn the conquering grace Of that blossom's tender face! Thus victoriously may I Where the choking dust-clouds fly And life's clamors never cease Bring the cooling sense of peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOLIATH AND DAVID by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES BALLAD OF HECTOR IN HADES by EDWIN MUIR HEALTHFUL OLD AGE, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE REFORMER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER CESAR FRANCK by JOSEPH AUSLANDER A CHRISTMAS CAMP ON THE SAN GABR'EL by AMELIA EDITH HUDDLESTON BARR |