Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OF A POET; WRITTEN FOR A CHILD, by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL Poet's Biography First Line: He sang of brooks, and trees, and flowers Last Line: In gentle words of golden worth. Subject(s): Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
HE sang of brooks, and trees, and flowers, Of mountain tarns, of wood-wild bowers, The wisdom of the starry skies, The mystery of childhood's eyes, The violet's scent, the daisy's dress, The timid breeze's shy caress. Whilst England waged her fiery wars He praised the silence of the stars, And clear and sweet as upland rills The gracious wisdom of her hills. Save once when Clifford's fate he sang, And bugle-like his lyric rang, He prized the ways of lowly men, And trod, with them, the moor and fen. Fair Nature to this lover dear Bent low to whisper or to hear The secrets of her sky and earth, In gentle Words of golden Worth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB A DECANTER OF MADEIRA, AGED 86, TO GEORGE BANCROFT, AGED 86 by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL HOW THE CUMBERLAND WENT DOWN [MARCH 8, 1862] by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL |
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