RECEDED hills afar of softened blue, Tall bowering trees, thro' which the sunbeams shoot Down to the waveless lake, birds never mute, And wild-flowers all around of every hue— Sure 'tis a lovely scene. There, knee-deep stand, Safe from the fierce sun, the o'ershadowed kine, And, to the left, where cultured fields expand, 'Mid tufts of scented thorn the sheep recline. Lone quiet farmsteads, haunts that ever please, O how inviting to the traveller's eye Ye rise on yonder uplands, 'mid your trees Of shade and shelter! Every sound from these Is eloquent of peace, in earth and sky, And pastoral beauty, and Arcadian ease. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEBT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR CHORUS OF CLOUD-MAIDENS: STROPHE, FR. THE CLOUDS by ARISTOPHANES THE EGYPTIAN PRINCESS by EDWIN ARNOLD TWO VOICES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE DARK OF THE MOON by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE UNDOMESTICATED ANIMALS by BERTON BRALEY EPIGRAM ON ONE BORN BLIND, AND SO DEAD by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |