A little while, a little while,
The noisy crowd are barred away;
And I can sing and I can smile
A little while I've holyday !
Where wilt thou go my harassed heart ?
Full many a land invites thee now;
And places near, and far apart
Have rest for thee, my weary brow -
There is a spot 'mid barren hills
Where winter howls and driving rain
But if the dreary tempest chills
There is a light that warms again
The house is old, the trees are bare
And moonless bends the misty dome
But what on earth is half so dear -
So longed for as the hearth of home ?
The mute bird sitting on the stone,
The dank moss dripping from the wall,
The garden-walk with weeds o'ergrown
I love them - how I love them all !
Shall I go there? or shall I seek
Another clime, another sky,
Where tongues familiar music speak
In accents dear to memory ?
Yes, as I mused, the naked room,
The flickering firelight died away
And from the midst of cheerless gloom
I passed to bright unclouded day -
A little and a lone green lane
That opened on a common wide
A distant, dreamy, dim blue chain
Of mountains circling every side -
A heaven so clear, an earth so calm,
So sweet, so soft, so hushed in air
And, deepening still the dreamlike charm,
Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere -
That was the scene - I knew it well
I knew the pathways far and near
That winding o'er each billowy swell
Marked out the tracks of wandering deer
Could I have lingered but an hour
It well had paid a week of toil
But truth has banished fancy's power
I hear my dungeon bars recoil -
Even as I stood with raptured eye
Absorbed in bliss so deep and dear
My hour of rest had fleeted by
And given me back to weary care -
Shall I go there? or shall I seek Another clime, another sky, Where tongues familiar music speak In accents dear to memory? ... A little while, , what a lovely poem on being away from it all!
Here's a woman who craved travelling to escape the mundane of everyday hum dum... Nicely penned.
A beautiful poem nicely executed. Nice penmanship.
Shall i go there? Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
There os nothing like a well-rimed poem that can cause such sheer delight. And this gem is certainly one of them!
A wonderful poem, well conceived and nicely penned with deep insight
POEM OF THE DAYA Little While, A Little While, A little while, a little while, The noisy crowd are barred away; And I can sing and I can smile A little while I've holyday! ....beginning of the poem is so aptly and touchingly executed. Beautiful poem. Five stars.
This poem compares two worlds so to speak from which to choose one, but the language is so soft and tender that one doses not see the seriousness of the matter if one gives this a careless reading.
Such a wonderful poem! Every word takes on a pleasure ride to nooks and crannies of imaginations. The best that the nature has to offer against our comfortable yet often dreary everyday life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Delightful poem that beautifully describes the deep human need for escape. Its lush imagery, replete with notable alliteration: ' distant, dreamy, dim blue chain/ O mountains...deepening still the dreamlike charm/Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere -'is exemplified by iambic tetrameter contained within a strict quatrain structure.