I love the friendly loneliness of plains ... The star-swept hush, when winds have died away, Is wrought for me; a shrine where I may pray— A land where one may hear symphonic strains Of heaven's choir, and stroll down fragrant lanes Of thought. One then can feel the cares of day Arise on vagrant wings. They cannot stay When night lifts up its whispered, old refrains. Here, one may breathe the dusk-sweet air, and scent The poignant breath of sage, while hopes aspire. I love the challenge of the far-flung sky, Still unexplored. Its cool, blue dome unrent By man, holds mystic depths of vague desire, And waft to me old dreams that cannot die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CARD-DEALER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI FOREIGN LANDS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON GREEN AISLES by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE LAUGHING WOMAN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET A GIRL'S SONG IN THE WILDERNESS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 87 by BLISS CARMAN |