I BEYOND the town the valley lies, Proud and rich in the sun's eyes, Banked with green and gay with gold, Brown with new-turned, upland mould: And down her sky-ways, one by one, Great gleaming cloud-ships billowing on. II White walls and trees and spires, And eventide and sunset fires, And the long road that never tires— Winding, winding to the hills Where twilight sleeps and the daffodils Nod all night to crooning rills. III In purple shadows, distant, dim, The glowing Van's enchanted rim Clad in mist and silver cloud— Where only silence speaks aloud, And olden mountains meet the skies To whisper ancient mysteries— A faery kingdom where no sound Breaks on the music under ground. IV Perhaps old Merlin slumbers still Beneath the turf on Merlin's Hill, And that at every dawn of spring Before the valley's burgeoning He wakes and stirs—and calling clear Beckons a greater wizard here. V No wonder Towy, loth to go, Twists and turns at every throw— Towy, the blue hills' daughter— Limpid stream and laughing water. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GEOMETRY IS THE MIND OF GOD by JAMES GALVIN LOVE'S TENDRILS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHARLOTTE CORDAY (REVOLUTIONARY TRIBUNAL, JULY 17, 1793) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EUGENIA TODD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |