(A revived impression on receiving a spray of lily of the valley in Scotland back I will go back to Monthiers!) None whom I knew will now be there, But from the woods adown the dale The scent will still be in the air Of sweet, sweet lily of the vale. It will come wafting dreamily Through open lattice night and day , Sifting its pollen o'er the sense, After to flower in memory, And fruitful to be stored long hence. There will be lilac in the land, White cherry boughs o'er green slopes spanned; The road to Rheims will fall and rise, A winding trail of dazzling sand , Slim poplars casting shade slantwise. I'll wander where the vine shoots grow , Half weeded wilds of poppies too; And sure , slow chipping with her hoe, Some wrinkled dame, in apron blue, Will smile: ' Bo' jour, ma'mselle, fait beau! ' I will go back I will go back to Monthiers! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BANJO SONG by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON FRAGMENT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON STREET WINDOW by CARL SANDBURG A DEPOSITION FROM LOVE by THOMAS CAREW PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 16. AL-KAHHAR by EDWIN ARNOLD SHE BEGINING TO STUDY PHISICK ... FALLS INTO A DEGRESSION ON ANATOMY by JANE BARKER |