Within the unpainted cottage dwell The spirits of serene content, As clear as from its moss-grown well Rises the crystal element. Above, the elm, whose trunk is scarred With many a dint of stormy weather, Rises, a sumptuous screen, debarred Of nothing that links life together. Our common life may gratify More feelings than the rarest art, For nothing can aspire so high As beatings of the human heart. O! value then thy daily cheer, Poor pensioner on nature's store, And clasp the least, and hold most dear What seemeth small, and add the more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EFFIGY OF A NUN (SIXTEENTH CENTURY) by SARA TEASDALE APRIL, 1885 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES PARTED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE HEART OF A WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THOSE VARIOUS SCALPELS by MARIANNE MOORE PROMETHEUS UNBOUND; A LYRICAL DRAMA IN FOUR ACTS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY CELESTIAL HEIGHTS by ALFRED AUSTIN TO -- OCCASIONED BY HIS POEM ON THE SUN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |