A WIDE still valley, placid and deep, Where shadows, dream-like, gather and creep, And the sunlight lies like a smile asleep. A gleaming mass of yellowing wheat, That runs through the green like a golden street, Trodden all day by light butterflies' feet. A misty stretch of quivering corn, That stands adroop in the sheeny morn Like hearts with secrets too great to be borne. Fair glimpses of flowers mid tangles of fern, With dazzles of dew-drops that shiver and burn, And brooks like bright fancies that turn and return. Far over the whole an enchantment of peace— A light like the glint of the Golden Fleece— A glamour of beauty too perfect to cease. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DESTINY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 12 by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: GOTTLIEB GERALD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OCTAVES: 21 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE DOLL by EDITH SITWELL |