Do they come back to you?
I Know a Quiet Vale
I know a quiet vale where faint winds blow
The silver poplar branches all awry,
And ne’er another sound comes drifting by
Save where the stream’s cool waters softly flow;
Wild roses riot there and violets throw
Their perfume recklessly, the while on high
Great snowy clouds pillow the smiling sky
And cast frail shadows on the grass below.