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<paragraph keywords="road, agency, personification, river, hill, scenery, metaphor, music, sound, smell, sublime, tree, wind, summer"> | |||
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I know a country laced with roads, | I know a country laced with roads, | ||
They join the hills and they span the brooks, | ::: They join the hills and they span the brooks, | ||
They weave like a shuttle between broad fields, | They weave like a shuttle between broad fields, | ||
And slide discreetly through hidden nooks. | ::: And slide discreetly through hidden nooks. | ||
They are canopied like a Persian dome | They are canopied like a Persian dome | ||
And carpeted with orient dyes. | ::: And carpeted with orient dyes. | ||
They are myriad-voiced, and musical, | They are myriad-voiced, and musical, | ||
And scented with happiest memories. | ::: And scented with happiest memories. | ||
O Winding roads that I know so well, | O Winding roads that I know so well, | ||
Every twist and turn, every hollow and hill! | ::: Every twist and turn, every hollow and hill! | ||
They are set in my heart to a pulsing tune | They are set in my heart to a pulsing tune | ||
Gay as a honey-bee humming in June. | ::: Gay as a honey-bee humming in June. | ||
‘T is the rhythmic beat of a horse's feet | ‘T is the rhythmic beat of a horse's feet | ||
And the pattering paws of a sheep-dog bitch; | ::: And the pattering paws of a sheep-dog bitch; | ||
‘T is the creaking trees, and the singing breeze, | ‘T is the creaking trees, and the singing breeze, | ||
And the rustle of leaves in the road-side ditch. | ::: And the rustle of leaves in the road-side ditch. | ||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
</paragraph> | </paragraph> | ||
<paragraph keywords="fall, road, sky | <paragraph keywords="animal, sky, sound, music, fall, road, sky, sunshine, topography"> | ||
<poem> | <poem> | ||
A cow in a meadow shakes her bell | A cow in a meadow shakes her bell | ||
And the notes cut sharp through the autumn air, | ::: And the notes cut sharp through the autumn air, | ||
Each chattering brook bears a fleet of leaves | Each chattering brook bears a fleet of leaves | ||
Their cargo the rainbow, and just now where | ::: Their cargo the rainbow, and just now where | ||
The sun splashed bright on the road ahead | ::: The sun splashed bright on the road ahead | ||
A startled rabbit quivered and fled. | A startled rabbit quivered and fled. | ||
O Uphill roads and roads that dip down! | ::: O Uphill roads and roads that dip down! | ||
You curl your sun-spattered length along, | You curl your sun-spattered length along, | ||
And your march is beaten into a song | ::: And your march is beaten into a song | ||
By the softly ringing hoofs of a horse | By the softly ringing hoofs of a horse | ||
And the panting breath of the dogs I love. | ::: And the panting breath of the dogs I love. | ||
The pageant of Autumn follows its course | The pageant of Autumn follows its course | ||
And the blue sky of Autumn laughs above. | ::: And the blue sky of Autumn laughs above. | ||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
</paragraph> | </paragraph> | ||
<paragraph keywords="road, | <paragraph keywords="music, pleasure, affect, sound, animal, road, highway"> | ||
<poem> | <poem> | ||
And the song and the country become as one, | And the song and the country become as one, | ||
I see it as music, I hear it as light; | ::: I see it as music, I hear it as light; | ||
Prismatic and shimmering, trembling to tone, | Prismatic and shimmering, trembling to tone, | ||
The land of desire, my soul's delight. | ::: The land of desire, my soul's delight. | ||
And always it beats in my listening ears | And always it beats in my listening ears | ||
With the gentle thud of a horse's stride, | ::: With the gentle thud of a horse's stride, | ||
With the swift-falling steps of many dogs, | With the swift-falling steps of many dogs, | ||
Following, following at my side. | ::: Following, following at my side. | ||
O Roads that journey to fairyland! | O Roads that journey to fairyland! | ||
Radiant highways whose vistas gleam, | ::: Radiant highways whose vistas gleam, | ||
Leading me on, under crimson leaves, | Leading me on, under crimson leaves, | ||
To the opaline gates of the Castles of Dream. | ::: To the opaline gates of the Castles of Dream. | ||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
</paragraph> | </paragraph> | ||
</annotations> | </annotations> |
Latest revision as of 22:17, 16 July 2024
Author | Lowell, Amy |
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Genre | Poetry |
Journal or Book | A Dome of Many-Colored Glass |
Publisher | Houghton Mifflin Company |
Year of Publication | 1922 |
Pages | 53 |
Additional information | - |
I know a country laced with roads,
They join the hills and they span the brooks,
They weave like a shuttle between broad fields,
And slide discreetly through hidden nooks.
They are canopied like a Persian dome
And carpeted with orient dyes.
They are myriad-voiced, and musical,
And scented with happiest memories.
O Winding roads that I know so well,
Every twist and turn, every hollow and hill!
They are set in my heart to a pulsing tune
Gay as a honey-bee humming in June.
‘T is the rhythmic beat of a horse's feet
And the pattering paws of a sheep-dog bitch;
‘T is the creaking trees, and the singing breeze,
And the rustle of leaves in the road-side ditch.
roadagencypersonificationriverhillscenerymetaphormusicsoundsmellsublimetreewindsummer
A cow in a meadow shakes her bell
And the notes cut sharp through the autumn air,
Each chattering brook bears a fleet of leaves
Their cargo the rainbow, and just now where
The sun splashed bright on the road ahead
A startled rabbit quivered and fled.
O Uphill roads and roads that dip down!
You curl your sun-spattered length along,
And your march is beaten into a song
By the softly ringing hoofs of a horse
And the panting breath of the dogs I love.
The pageant of Autumn follows its course
And the blue sky of Autumn laughs above.
And the song and the country become as one,
I see it as music, I hear it as light;
Prismatic and shimmering, trembling to tone,
The land of desire, my soul's delight.
And always it beats in my listening ears
With the gentle thud of a horse's stride,
With the swift-falling steps of many dogs,
Following, following at my side.
O Roads that journey to fairyland!
Radiant highways whose vistas gleam,
Leading me on, under crimson leaves,
To the opaline gates of the Castles of Dream.