WHERE the gold moss hangs on the mighty oak, Where never was heard the woodman's stroke, In the ancient woods Where the wild deer bide -- Where the heron broods By the lakelet's side, Morn, noon, and eve, in the rosy air, We dance and sport full merrily there. At night in a glade of the brightest green, We meet with glad homage our youthful queen. There in revel and feast We spend the night, Or in balmy rest Till the morning light; Or out on the greensward smooth and fair, We dance and sport so merrily there. 'Tis glorious to see the globes of dew By the red beams of morn pierced through and through; 'Tis sweet to peer Where the wild-flower gleams, And sweeter to hear The birds and the streams; And sweeter than all in the blue, bright air, To dance and sport so merrily there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARMAGEDDON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON JOY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WILLIAM AND EMILY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BALLADE OF DEAD FRIENDS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |