Treasure Island

John Clare

(13 July 1793 – 20 May 1864 / Northamptonshire / England)

In Hilly-Wood


How sweet to be thus nestling deep in boughs,
Upon an ashen stoven pillowing me;
Faintly are heard the ploughmen at their ploughs,
But not an eye can find its way to see.
The sunbeams scarce molest me with a smile,
So thick the leafy armies gather round;
And where they do, the breeze blows cool the while,
Their leafy shadows dancing on the ground.
Full many a flower, too, wishing to be seen,
Perks up its head the hiding grass between.-
In mid-wood silence, thus, how sweet to be;
Where all the noises, that on peace intrude,
Come from the chittering cricket, bird, and bee,
Whose songs have charms to sweeten solitude.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

improve

Comments about this poem (In Hilly-Wood by John Clare )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Sorry-Wrong Number, Aftab Alam
  2. Wings Of Life, Saravanan Writer
  3. Gripes of. Freedom, Nalini Chaturvedi
  4. Jesus Of Nazareth, Naveed Khalid
  5. Keebored Problems, Phil Soar
  6. Antiques, Naveed Khalid
  7. Romance II, Naveed Khalid
  8. azoneofpoetryaartisphoenixnow, Nyein Way
  9. Dungeon, Naveed Khalid
  10. Rosicrucianism, Naveed Khalid

Poem of the Day

poet Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
...... Read complete »

 

Modern Poem

poet John Todhunter

 

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]