I DREAM'D I saw a little brook Run rippling down the Strand; With cherry-trees and apple-trees Abloom on either hand: The sparrows gather'd from the Squares, Upon the branches green; The pigeons flock'd from Palace-Yard, Afresh their wings to preen; And children down St. Martin's Lane, And out of Westminster, Came trooping, many a thousand strong, With a bewilder'd air. They hugg'd each other round the neck And titter'd for delight, To see the yellow daffodils, And see the daisies white; They roll'd upon the grassy slopes, And drank the water clear, While 'busses the Embankment took, Asham'd to pass anear; And sandwich-men stood still aghast, And costermongers smil'd; And the policeman on his beat Pass'd, weeping like a child. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OF THE MEAN AND SURE ESTATE by THOMAS WYATT THREE GATES [OF GOLD] by ELIZABETH DAYTON TO GERMANY by CHARLES HAMILTON SORLEY NORTHERN FARMER, OLD STYLE by ALFRED TENNYSON BY BLUE ONTARIO'S SHORE by WALT WHITMAN COMRADES by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY |