NO loneliness can come in wood or fell, For humming wings stir fondly glen and dell: The brooks that babble over cliff and stony floor, At last wind slowly o'er the fenland moor, And mountain slope in baths of fluid velvet air Stilly moves the wilding heart in passion there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: SILENCE by THOMAS HOOD THE CORAL GROVE by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL THE CHARACTER OF A HAPPY LIFE by HENRY WOTTON RETURNED FROM THE WAR by HENRY ABBEY THE CRUSADERS' MARCH by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN ON LINCOLN'S BIRTHDAY by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS SONG: 2 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |