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Poems About Walking

Table of Contents

  1. A Late Walk by Robert Frost
  2. A Wood-path by Bliss Carman
  3. A Morning Walk by Amos Russel Wells
  4. An Evening's Stroll by Ed Blair
  5. The Unattainable by Ruby Archer
  6. Amico Suo by Herbert P. Horne

  1. A Late Walk

    by Robert Frost

    When I go up through the mowing field,
    The headless aftermath,
    Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
    Half closes the garden path.

    And when I come to the garden ground,
    The whir of sober birds
    Up from the tangle of withered weeds
    Is sadder than any words

    A tree beside the wall stands bare,
    But a leaf that lingered brown,
    Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
    Comes softly rattling down.

    I end not far from my going forth
    By picking the faded blue
    Of the last remaining aster flower
    To carry again to you.

  2. A Wood-path

    by Bliss Carman

    At evening and at morning
    By an enchanted way
    I walk the world in wonder,
    And have no word to say.

    It is the path we traversed
    One twilight, thou and I;
    Thy beauty all a rapture,
    My spirit all a cry.

    The red leaves fall upon it,
    The moon and mist and rain,
    But not the magic footfall
    That made its meaning plain.

  3. A Morning Walk

    by Amos Russel Wells

    All hail! my brave, bright world of and gold,
    My morning, smiling from the kiss of night!
    Your other lover greets you. Left and right
    The air's a-twitter in the sunshine bold,
    The air is praying in the shadowy wold.
    Sole lord am I of all this realm of sight,
    These swinging meadow sweeps, this delight
    Of ranking hills, these clouds just out of fold.
    Stoutly the sturdy road heneath my feet
    Rings me a morning weicome. Rise, my soul,
    The benediction of the sky to meet.
    Sound, color, fragrance, freshness—mine whole;
    Mine to receive, and haply mine to give;
    A kingly day, and kingly must I live.

  4. An Evening's Stroll

    by Ed Blair

    When July's sun has spent her fierceness on
    The sweltering earth; I love to ramble then
    Along the narrow banks of dear Elm Creek
    And be for one short hour a boy again.
    To make the rocks skip o'er the waters smooth
    And see the frogs plunge from the water's edge,
    And hear the gentle cooing of the dove
    Among the elms and from the distant hedge.

    Oh, boyhood days ne'er come so near to me
    As in these strolls in Summer eve's twilight;
    I view again the scenes I love so well
    And watch the gentle coming of the night.

  5. The Unattainable

    by Ruby Archer

    She treads the mystic trail
    That points to yonder peak;
    Her raptured eyes to the morning skies
    A world of homage speak.

    The sunshine wanders down,
    Half drowsed in dreams of mist,
    And wakes the trees with his breath of breeze
    To a sense of something missed.

    Wild roses touch her feet
    In timid, loving sighs;
    She wants no rose but the light that glows
    On the infinite morning skies.

    The harebells throng around
    A fairy chime to teach;
    She loves a fern she can just discern,—
    Her hand can never reach.

  6. Amico Suo

    by Herbert P. Horne

    When on my country walks I go,
    I never am alone:
    Though whom 't were pleasure then to know
    Are gone, and you are gone;
    From every side discourses flow.

    There are rich counsels in the trees,
    And converse in the air;
    All magic thoughts in those and these
    Are what is sweet and rare;
    And everything that living is.

    But most I love the meaner sort,
    For they have voices too;
    Yet speak with tongues that never hurt,
    As ours are apt to do:
    The weeds, the grass, the common wort.