RESTING in the woodland where the lilies grow, Walking by the roaring ocean and its billows, Looking at the meadows where the cricket's song Shrilly marks the rising heat on grassy pillows. Resting with the morning light in downy peace, Roaming by the brimming river and its stream, Wand'ring o'er the moonlit vale where glows the heart Whiling the ecstatic passion in a lovely dream. I wait for one deep sigh of hope and love That gathers on its wings the burdened roll Of human ills, and crying for the day That will requite the patience of the soul. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROMETHEUS by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE THE GARDEN SEAT by THOMAS HARDY I SAW THREE SHIPS by MOTHER GOOSE THE SPELL OF THE YUKON by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE DANSE RUSSE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS GIVE ME A CHANCE by THOMAS T. BLEWETT |