The silent bird is hid in the boughs, The silent bird is hid in the boughs, The scythe is hid in the corn, The scythe is hid in the corn, The lazy oxen wink and drowse, The lazy oxen wink and drowse, The grateful sheep are shorn. The grateful sheep are shorn. Redder and redder burns the rose, Redder and redder burns the rose, The lily was ne'er so pale, The lily was ne'er so pale, Stiller and stiller the river flows Stiller and stiller the river flows Along the path to the vale. Along the path to the vale. A little door is hid in the boughs, A face is hiding within; A little door is hid in the boughs, When birds are silent and oxen drowse, A face is hiding within; Why should a maiden spin? When birds are silent and oxen drowse, Slower and slower turns the wheel, Why should a maiden spin? The face turns red and pale, Slower and slower turns the wheel, Brighter and brighter the looks that steal, The face turns red and pale, Along the path to the vale. Brighter and brighter the looks that steal Along the path to the vale. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEROD'S LAMENT FOR MARIAMNE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A GAGE D'AMOUR by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON ON THE BIRTH OF HIS SON by SU SHIH THE LACHRYMATORY by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER CORYDON - A PASTORAL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MASKS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |