Sing me a song, not of houses and streets, Not of stifling, smoky air, Not of busy, bustling feet, Not of turmoil, strife and care. But sing me a song of meadows green, Clad in sunshine's golden light; Skirted with broad-armed elm trees, Studded with daisies white. Sing me a song of whispering woods, Watered by silvery, bubbling brooks; Of dells so narrow, and valleys dark Where violets hide in mossy nooks. Sing me a song of a lakelet blue, Where broad leaved lilies rock and float. Sing me a song of music sweet, Straight from a feathered songster's throat. Oh, sing me a song and take me there, Take me back to those country joys, Oh, take me away from crowded streets, Take me away from the strife and noise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLORENCE VANE by PHILIP PENDLETON COOKE ONE LIFE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE BARON'S LAST BANQUET by ALBERT GORTON GREENE THE CITY CHILD by ALFRED TENNYSON THE OLD BRIDGE by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 28. WATERLOO by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |