This is the spot: -- how mildy does the sun Shine in between the fading leaves! the air In the habitual silence of this wood Is more than silent; and this bed of heath -- Where shall we find so sweet a resting-place? Come, let me see thee sink into a dream Of quiet thoughts, protracted till thine eye Be calm as water when the winds are gone And no one can tell whither. My sweet Friend, We two have had such happy hours together That my heart melts in me to think of it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLEMING HELPHENSTINE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON HAWTHORNE by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA BETRAYED by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS STELLA AND FLAVIA by MARY BARBER SOLILOQUY; NOVEMBER 11, 1928 by N. R. A. BECKER SONNET (1) by JOACHIM DU BELLAY THE SECRET OF THE BEES by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |