WHERE the mountain sips the sea, By an ocean wild and free, On a shore of grass and tree, Shall my future dwelling be. There at Nature's very heart She should unto me impart All the secrets of her art. — Then, awhile, I would depart. Seek the haunts of men again; Tell them how they can obtain Freedom from all fear and pain, So they list to this refrain: — "Come to me, O child of mine! — Why in misery repine When a happiness divine For the seeking can be thine?" Thus to children of her choice Constantly calls Nature's voice, Through the world's discordant noise. — Heed it, and you will rejoice. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING by HAYDEN CARRUTH CHERRY BLOSSOMS BLOWING IN WEST BLOWING SNOW by JAMES GALVIN VERY EARLY SPRING by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OSCAR HUMMEL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS YOU SAY YOU SAID by MARIANNE MOORE A BALLAD OF WHITECHAPEL by ISAAC ROSENBERG AN ODE ON THE UNVEILING OF THE SHAW MEMORIA BOSTON COMMON, MAY 31, 1897 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |