The evening shines in May's luxuriant pride, And all the sunny hills at distance glow, And all the brooks, that thro' the valley flow, Seem liquid gold.—O! had my fate denied Leisure, and power to taste the sweets that glide Thro' waken'd minds, as the soft seasons go On their still varying progress, for the woe My heart has felt, what balm had been supplied? But where great NATURE smiles, as @3here@1 she smiles, 'Mid verdant vales, and gently swelling hills, And glassy lakes, and mazy, murmuring rills, And narrow wood-wild lanes, her spell beguiles Th'impatient sighs of Grief, and reconciles Poetic Minds to Life, with all her ills. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HAWORTH CHURCHYARD by MATTHEW ARNOLD TO A LITTLE INVISIBLE BEING WHO IS EXPECTED SOON TO BECOME VISIBLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LINES INSCRIBED UPON A CUP FORMED FROM A SKULL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE IRISH SPINNING-WHEEL by ALFRED PERCEVAL GRAVES THE SONG OF THE SHIRT by THOMAS HOOD A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 21. BREDON HILL by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: COMMON FORM by RUDYARD KIPLING |