THE trees are cloth'd in richest green, And flow'rs bedeck the meadows gay, While to enhance the pleasant scene, The lark pipes forth a gladsome lay; And gentle zephyrs lightly float, Which onward bear the humming bee, While Love sails in a fairy boat Along the banks of Avonlee. A maiden with a clear blue eye, And shining hair of golden hue, Is listening, with a look so shy, Unto a tale that's ever new; The youth who pleads is frank and brave, And she is fair and sweet to see, While glory gilds the rippling wave Beside the banks of Avonlee. The birds sing louder with delight, The flow'rs a greater joy inspire, The landscape more enchants the sight, All nature wears a new attire; And from the scene is heard to rise, A sound, as if in sympathy With those who love have learn'd to prize, Beside the banks of Avonlee. And still, while years shall swiftly glide, New hearts, O Love, shall feel thy power, And beauty hear with joy and pride, The dear old tale in hall and bower; And thus it was in days of yore, And still throughout all time shall be, In every land, on sea, and shore, And by the banks of Avonlee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KIND MOON by SARA TEASDALE THE POOR-HOUSE by SARA TEASDALE THE WINE OF NIGHT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER MY FAMILIAR DREAM by PAUL VERLAINE A FRAGMENT by GEORGE GORDON BYRON UPON THE DEATH OF SIR ALBERT MORTON'S WIFE by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS A BROADWAY PAGEANT by WALT WHITMAN |