Classic and Contemporary Poetry
BREATH OF HAMPSTEAD HEATH, by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS Poet's Biography First Line: The wind of hampstead heath still burns my cheek Last Line: Until the breath of hampstead touched his face. Subject(s): Hampstead Heath, London | ||||||||
THE wind of Hampstead Heath still burns my cheek As, home returned, I muse, and see arise Those rounded hills beneath the low, gray skies, With gleams of haze-lapped cities far to seek. These can I picture, but how fitly speak Of what might not be seen with searching eyes, And all beyond the listening ear that lies, Best known to bards and seers in times antique? The winds that of the spirit rise and blow Kindle my thought, and shall for many a day, Recalling what blithe presence filled the place Of one who oftentimes passed up that way, By garden close and lane where boughs bend low, Until the breath of Hampstead touched his face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD OF HAMPSTEAD HEATH by JAMES ELROY FLECKER ON HAMPSTEAD HEATH by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON AT A HOUSE IN HAMPSTEAD by THOMAS HARDY SUNDAY AT HAMPSTEAD, SELS. by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) SUNDAY ON HAMPSTEAD HEATH by GEORGE WOODCOCK INSOMNIA by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS THE QUIET PILGRIM by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS THE TEARS OF THE POPLARS by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS TO SPAIN - A LAST WORD by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS |
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