Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A LONDON IDYLL, by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: On grass, on gravel, in the sun Last Line: That will compare with this? Subject(s): London | ||||||||
ON grass, on gravel, in the sun, Or now beneath the shade, They went, in pleasant Kensington, A prentice and a maid. That Sunday morning's April glow, How should it not impart A stir about the veins that flow To feed the youthful heart. Ah! years may come, and years may bring The truth that is not bliss, But will they bring another thing That can compare with this? I read it in that arm she lays So soft on his; her mien, Her step, her very gown betrays (What in her eyes were seen) That not in vain the young buds round, The cawing birds above, The air, the incense of the ground, Are whispering, breathing love. Ah! years may come, &c. To inclination, young and blind, So perfect, as they lent, By purest innocence confined Unconscious free consent. Persuasive power of vernal change, On this, thine earliest day, Canst thou have found in all thy range One fitter type than they? Ah! years may come, &c. Th' high-titled cares of adult strife, Which we our duties call, Trades, arts, and politics of life, Say, have they after all, One other object, end or use Than that, for girl and boy, The punctual earth may still produce This golden flower of joy? Ah! years may come, &c. O odours of new-budding rose, O lily's chaste perfume, O fragrance that didst first unclose The young Creation's bloom! Ye hang around me, while in sun Anon and now in shade, I watched in pleasant Kensington The prentice and the maid. Ah! years may come, and years may bring The truth that is not bliss, But will they bring another thing That will compare with this? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHARF ON THAMES-SIDE: WINTER DAWN by LAURENCE BINYON THE IDLER'S CALENDAR: MAY. THE LONDON SEASON by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A LONDON THOROUGHFARE, 2 A.M. by AMY LOWELL SPRING WIND IN LONDON by KATHERINE MANSFIELD A BALLAD OF WHITECHAPEL by ISAAC ROSENBERG LONDON, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE WITH WHOM IS NO VARIABLENESS, NEITHER SHADOW OF TURNING' by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |
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