Nestled into a hollow of the downs, Where sheep stray widely o'er the short green turf, A little gray-wall'd church with lichen'd roof; A farmyard and a huge old barn whose stacks O'er-top the spire, the farmhouse lattices Embower'd with vine; a figtree'd garden wall; And one clump of rook-nested elms above Gables and red tiled roofs and twisted chimneys. An old green mound the summit crown'd, Where dances the midnight elvish round, Over the dust of pagan kings. The bare green hills, the cloudy skies, The sea that lone and sombre lies- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HORACE TO LEUCONOE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE PAINS OF SLEEP by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE IN AFTER DAYS; RONDEAU by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON DOLORES by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE SONNET: TO SLEEP by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE FISHERMAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |