Charles Edward Carryl

(30 December 1841 – 3 July 1920 / New York City, New York)

The Song In The Dell - Poem by Charles Edward Carryl

I KNOW a way
Of hearing what the larks and linnets say:
The larks tell of the sunshine and the sky;
The linnets from the hedges make reply,
And boast of hidden nests with mocking lay.

I know a way
Of keeping near the rabbits at their play:
They tell me of the cool and shady nooks
Where waterfalls disturb the placid brooks
That I may go and frolic in the spray.

I know a way
Of catching dewdrops on a night in May,
And threading them upon a spear of green,
That through their sides translucent may be seen
The sparkling hue that emeralds display.

I know a way
Of trapping sunbeams as they nimbly play
At hide-and-seek with meadow-grass and flowers,
And holding them in store for dreary hours
When winds are chill and all the sky is gray.

I know a way
Of stealing fragrance from the new-mown hay
And storing it in flasks of petals made,
To scent the air when all the flowers fade
And leave the woodland world to sad decay.

I know a way
Of coaxing snowflakes in their flight to stay
So still awhile, that, as they hang in air,
I weave them into frosty lace, to wear
About my head upon a sultry day.


Comments about The Song In The Dell by Charles Edward Carryl

  • Susan Williams Susan Williams (1/24/2016 3:12:00 PM)

    I like this man's soul. He finds delight in living- -not because of great adventures or tons of money or fame but with the everyday things of life. His imagery is happy, his love of life catching! (Report) Reply

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  • Ratnakar Mandlik (1/24/2016 2:27:00 AM)

    Excellent flight of imagery with nature and it's manifestations at the central stage. Enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Fiona Schwartzinoff Fiona Schwartzinoff (12/21/2013 10:55:00 PM)

    lovely. I enjoy the natural imagery. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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