OUT on the moor the sun is bright, And the gorse is yellow, The sky is blue and the air is light, And a little fellow May walk for miles in the grassy way, On a holiday. Out on the moor the wild bee dips In the sweet fresh heather, And through the bracken the young hare slips, In the autumn weather, And all around shine the tiny wings Of a thousand things. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 2. OFF ALGIERS by SARA TEASDALE A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 52 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE NEW YEAR by ALFRED TENNYSON SONG OF THE SERPENT-CHARMERS by EDWIN ARNOLD HOMESICKNESS by HENRY BELLAMANN A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 36 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |