WALTON! when, weary of the world, I turn My pensive soul to thee, I soothing find The meekness of thy plain contented mind Act like some healing charm. From thee I learn To sympathize with nature, nor repine At fortune, who, though lavish of her store, Too often leaves her favourites richly poor, Wanting both health and energy divine Life's blessings to enjoy. Methinks even now I hear thee 'neath the milk-white scented thorn Communing with thy pupil, as the morn Her rosy cheek displays, -- while streams that flow, And all that gambol near their rippling source, Enchanted listen to thy sweet discourse. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY HAPPINESS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AND THE GREATEST OF THESE IS WAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DEAR OLD DICK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: BARRETT BAYS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DR. SCUDDER'S CLINICAL LECTURE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |