The hills hang woods around, where green, below
Dark, breezy boughs of beech-trees, mats the moss,
Crisp with the brittle hulls of last year's nuts;
The water hums one bar there; and a glow
Of gold lies steady where the trailers toss
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the forest and many feelings mixtured up here with exquisite imagery.... great poem shared.... enjoyable.....
At night the moon stoops over it to rest, And unreluctant stars. Where waters shine There runs a whisper as of wind-swept oats. very nice poem. tony
Hills, woods, hedges, clourful flowers, birds music and all nicely depicted as beautiful picture to muse over in blissful peace, the Poet has created wonder as the night stars iwinkling with soft wind caressing! Thanks for sharing this Poem here!
The red-bird sings! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
.............a beautiful write with excellent imagery of nature ★ No one can miss it; for two cat-birds nest, Calling all morning, in the trumpet-vine; And there at noon the pewee sits and floats A woodland welcome; and his very best At eve the red-bird sings, as if to sign The record of its loveliness with notes.
Simply awesome narration of the marvels of nature sprinkled in the scenario making it all the more beautiful and magnanimous. A well deservd classic poem of the day.