
The speaker flees the noise of the busy mart for a beloved home in the western countryside, following a small stream from its shining shallows to a secluded, deep pool hidden among rushes and white mallows. There, amid clear horizons, moving shadows, yellow sunlight, and the call of the greenwood dove, the speaker seeks sleep, dreams, and the pure life of fields and woods. The landscape’s deepest blue, hidden depth, and purity are repeatedly compared to the loved one’s eyes, heart, and love.
By Marie Van Vorst · First published 1915 · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Pastoral Poetry, Nature Poetry · 224 words
I fly like a bird to my home that lies / Far in the west, by a fair green hollow. / The straight, fine, meadow-line runs with the skies: / A clear horizon for sight to follow, / To leave, then rest where the zenith's blue, / Blue of the bluest, like my love's eyes!
I leave the noise of the busy mart; / The small stream's mouth with its shining shallows; / I go with its going; till here, apart, / Hid by rushes and low white mallows, / Hushed in its singing it lieth deep -- / Deep of the deepest, like my love's heart!
In the Greenwood is listed on Textopian as a poem by Marie Van Vorst, dated 1915 CE.
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romance · historical fiction · American literature · early twentieth century · rural life · country setting · nature · love · courtship · social class · family relationships · society