WE stood at the bars as the sun went down Beneath the hills on a summer day; Her eyes were tender and big and brown, Her breath as sweet as the new-mown hay. Far from the west the faint sunshine Glanced sparkling off her golden hair; Those calm, deep eyes were turned toward mine, And a look of contentment rested there. I see her bathed in the sunlight flood, I see her standing peacefully now, Peacefully standing and chewing her cud, As I rubbed her ears, -- that Jersey cow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NIGHT OF TRAFALGAR by THOMAS HARDY TO THE MOON (1) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY MY NATIVE LAND by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS SONGS OF NIGHT TO MORNING: 3 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT IBANT OBSCURAE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE MANX WITCH; A STORY OF THE LAXDALE MINES by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |