 | A Selection from Unpublished Poems |  |
THE ROOKS.
(1)
Ay! when the sun is near the ground,
At evening, in the western sky,
From west to eastward, all around,
The gathered rooks begin to fly.
At evening, in the western sky,
From west to eastward, all around,
The gathered rooks begin to fly.
(2)
In wedgelike flock, with one ahead,
They flap their glitt'ring wings in flight;
But did you ever hear it said
Whereto they take their way at night!
They flap their glitt'ring wings in flight;
But did you ever hear it said
Whereto they take their way at night!
(1)
At Akdean wood, folk say they meet,
To fold at night their weary wings,
And roost, with little clenching feet,
On boughs that nightwind softly swings.
To fold at night their weary wings,
And roost, with little clenching feet,
On boughs that nightwind softly swings.
(2)
O yes, at Akdean's shadowy ground
Are broad limb'd oaks, and ashes tall;
Black pines, and aspen trees that sound
As soft as water at a fall.
Are broad limb'd oaks, and ashes tall;
Black pines, and aspen trees that sound
As soft as water at a fall.
(1)
There I have spent some happy hours,
Where yellow sunshine broke through shades
On blue-bell beds and cowslip flow'rs,
And us among them, in the glades.
Where yellow sunshine broke through shades
On blue-bell beds and cowslip flow'rs,
And us among them, in the glades.
| A Selection from Unpublished Poems | |