Poetry Faves

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I love poetry so much and realized I have not mentioned that a lot on my blog so I thought I would post some of my favorites:

The Joy of the Hills

Edwin Markham

I ride on the mountain tops, I ride;

I have found my life and am satisfied;

Onward I ride in the blowing oats,

Checking the field lark's rippling notes-

Lightly I sweep

From steep to steep;

Over my head through the branches high

Come glimpses of a rushing sky;

The tall oats brush my hoarse's flanks;

Wild poppies crowd on the sunny banks;

A bee booms out of the scented grass;

A jay laghs with me as I pass.

I ride on the hills,I forgive I forget

Life's hoard of regret-

All the terror and pain

Of the chafing chain.

Grind on, O cities, grind,

I leave you a blur behind.

I am lifted elate- the skies expand:

Here the world's heaping gold is a pile of sand.

Let them weary and work in theirnarrow walls.

I ride with voices of the waterfalls!

I swing as one in a dream-I swing

Down the airy hollows, I shout, I sing!

The world is gone like an empty word!

My body's a bough in the wind, my heart a bird!

Song from Pippa Passes

Robert Browning

The year's at the spring

The day's at the morn;

Morning's at seven;

The hillside's dew-pearled;

The lark's on the wing;

The snail's on the thorn;

God's in His heaven-

All's right with the world!

Leisure

William Henry Davies

What is life if, full of care,

We have no time to stop and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide thier nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty's glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.