Poems of England

I love poetry, and it's tradition for me on April 1st (and every day in April) to recite Robert Browning's beautiful poem Home Thoughts from Abroad.

Oh Sue, I'm always homesick, it just never goes away.

What happened to my second post, POE? The one asking if you would/could change the word Mary to May?

Thanks POE.

So come on folks, post your favourite English poety here, I'm sure I'm not the only poetry lover here.

Here is another one for spring. I just know Roy will like this.

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

And he wrote that in the lake district if i'm not mistaken.

Sorry, I dont know any poetry, none that can be posted here anyway. Its a family site dont you know.

Can anyone help please? My friend is looking for a poem that contains the lines: "Blossoms and birds and budding trees. Thank God we may be sure of these".

She just can't remember the name of it.

Anyone know. Thank you. Lyn