O THE blue-grass plot, the blue-grass plot, Where I played in the days long gone, Where the sweet grass grew 'neath the morning dew And my life was a summer morn. The wild-rose spread o'er the porch over head And the swallows chirped sweet in their flight, But the birds are fled and the roses are dead And I'm far from the old home to-night. O, the blue-grass plot, in the old back lot, How I long to be there once more, With the colts in the shade the elm tree made, And my mother's form at the door. Where the brook brawled along, with its sweet glad song, And I played with my dog in his glee, 'Till I thought all the gleam of the sun and the stream Was made for my dog and for me. O, the blue-grass plot, in the old back lot, How I long for your cool, quiet shade! When the sun went down and the crescent crown Of the moon 'rose over the glade, How we romped on the sheen of your dewy green With a shout and a laughter wild, 'Till called to our beds where three weary heads Soon slept the sweet sleep of the child. O, the blue-grass plot, the blue-grass plot, O, the mem'ry of childhood days! 'Tis bright as light in a cheerless night— 'Tis sweet as the hearth-stone blaze. It comes with the thrill of a form that is still And a voice now hushed forever, To point our soul to that better goal— The Grass-plot over the River. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GUNS AS KEYS: AND THE GREAT GATE SWINGS by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JACOB GODBEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WINDFLOWER LEAF by CARL SANDBURG THE ENGLISH GRAVEYARD IN MALACCA by KAREN SWENSON THE SONG FOR COLIN by SARA TEASDALE |