2022-06-04 10:13:56
The song of the Grass
Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
———By the dusty roadside,
———On the sunny hillside,
———Close by the noisy brook,
———In every shady nook,
I come creeping, creeping everywhere.
Here I come creeping, smiling everywhere;
———All round the open door,
———Where sit the agèd poor;
———Here where the children play,
———In the bright and merry May,
I come creeping, creeping everywhere.
Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
———In the noisy city street
———My pleasant face you'll meet,
———Cheering the sick at heart
———Toiling his busy part,—
Silently creeping, creeping everywhere.
Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
———You cannot see me coming,
———Nor hear my low sweet humming;
———For in the starry night,
———And the glad morning light,
I come quietly creeping everywhere.
Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
———More welcome than the flowers
———In summer's pleasant hours;
———The gentle cow is glad,
———And the merry bird not sad,
To see me creeping, creeping everywhere.
Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
———When you're numbered with the dead
———In your still and narrow bed,
———In the happy spring I'll come
———And deck your silent home,—
Creeping, silently creeping everywhere.
Here I come creeping, creeping everywhere;
———My humble song of praise
———Most joyfully I raise
———To Him at whose command
———I beautify the land,
Creeping, silently creeping everywhere
Leigh Hunt
#englishliterature #poem
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