I LISTEN in vain for a voice most sweet And a laugh with a merry ring: There's never a glimmer of bare, white feet, And the grass grows under the swing. The star-bestrewn hills were so bright with dew! They are brown. Under brooding wing Wee birdlings were nestled. They grew and flew; Ah, the grass grows under the swing! O stars, illumine my tear-dimmed eyes! Teach me, O birds, to sing! Help me, O hills, to be heavenly-wise, For the grass grows under the swing! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNDER A PATCHED SAIL by MARIANNE MOORE MY JEWEL CASE by BESSE BURNETT BELL FIRST SIGHT by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH THE WEAVER by WILLIAM HENRY BURLEIGH A SONG OF LIFE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 11 by THOMAS CAMPION |