Look out across the windswept hills,
With rainbow hues, with misty blues,
Across the valleys, lakes and rills,
Where landscapes fuse, where eyes peruse,
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Oh Keats.. Thou beautiful one..a light snuffed too soon. Your words we cherish
a beautiful yet scintillating scenary of solutude that takes us from this madden world of materialism, thanks for sharing
of the poems of yours that i have read this one stood out to me, the others who have commented on this peice have pretty much covered every aspect of it, but there is something about it that was starkly beautiful and i cannot put into deserving words. ben
This leads us back to a peace within, a track worth every step, and on every step along the way we feel more contented.Lovely writting from such a great poet.Love Duncan
Hi Ernestine, Gina Onyemachi recommended your work to me and I'm very glad she did. Beautifully evocotive. Hugs Anna xxx
I can hear 'home' calling and smell peat smoke burning. How beautiful.
I don't want to gush, but this took me to such a wonderful place that I'm nearly crying! It's beautiful, so evocative. So glad to 'meet' you! el
Very soothing and serene. Can't take my eyes of this picture, now that it's in my mind. Thank you. Julia
Sounds just the sort of place we all long to be. Thank you Ernestine Egal...
Truly like contemplating a painting. Lovely, Ernestine. Linda
I enjoyed reading this serene poem with its peaceful imagery. Also, I found the rich rhyme pattern interesting.
Dear Ernestine You have something very beautiful here for all of us. All The Best, and as Doc Wilde say's Blue Skies and Green lights.
what's the meaning of the poem? ? ? ?