GONNEHEM
GONNEHEM
Of Gonnehem it shall be saidThat we arrived there late and wornWith marching, and were given a bedOf lovely straw. And then at mornOn rising from deep sleep saw dangle—Shining in the sun to spangle,The all-blue heaven—branch loads of redBright cherries which we bought to eat,Dew-wet, dawn-cool, and sunny-sweet.There was a tiny court-yard too,Wherein one shady walnut grew.Unruffled peace the farm encloses—I wonder if beneath that tree,The meditating hens still be.Are the white walls now gay with roses?Does the small fountain yet run free?I wonder if that dog still dozes....Some day we must go back to see.
Of Gonnehem it shall be saidThat we arrived there late and wornWith marching, and were given a bedOf lovely straw. And then at mornOn rising from deep sleep saw dangle—Shining in the sun to spangle,The all-blue heaven—branch loads of redBright cherries which we bought to eat,Dew-wet, dawn-cool, and sunny-sweet.There was a tiny court-yard too,Wherein one shady walnut grew.Unruffled peace the farm encloses—I wonder if beneath that tree,The meditating hens still be.Are the white walls now gay with roses?Does the small fountain yet run free?I wonder if that dog still dozes....Some day we must go back to see.
Of Gonnehem it shall be said
That we arrived there late and worn
With marching, and were given a bed
Of lovely straw. And then at morn
On rising from deep sleep saw dangle—
Shining in the sun to spangle,
The all-blue heaven—branch loads of red
Bright cherries which we bought to eat,
Dew-wet, dawn-cool, and sunny-sweet.
There was a tiny court-yard too,
Wherein one shady walnut grew.
Unruffled peace the farm encloses—
I wonder if beneath that tree,
The meditating hens still be.
Are the white walls now gay with roses?
Does the small fountain yet run free?
I wonder if that dog still dozes....
Some day we must go back to see.