I love all meadows, But I long to be Near tawny meadows Running to the sea; Stretching their broad arms To enfold once more The shy, restless waves That creep to the shore. Great tawny meadows Swirled by every breeze, Greenish-gold meadows Barren of all trees. Sheltered from the reach Of disturbing hands, Mysterious and moist, Wild, untrodden lands. Rose-hued, lush meadows, At the sunset hour Holding for the sea A rich, secret dower. Marshy wide meadows On whose broad sweep Tiny waves creep in To rest and sleep. I love all meadows But I long to be Near tawny meadows Reaching to the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LETHE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON OMNIPRESENCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ADELAIDE AND JOHN WILKES BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: COONEY POTTER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CONRAD AT TWILIGHT by JOHN CROWE RANSOM MOTHER EARTH by GEORGE SANTAYANA |