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Poem
July 14, 1858
The River Falls Journal
River Falls, Pierce County, Saint Croix County, Wisconsin
What is this article about?
The speaker reclines in summer meadows, enveloped in nature's warmth, scents, and joyful creatures, feeling infinite bliss, until confronted by the stark reality of death lurking amid the sunshine.
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Poetry.
IN THE MEADOWS.
BY BAYARD TAYLOR.
I lie in the summer meadows,
In the meadows all alone
With the infinite sky above me
And the sun on his mid-day throne.
The smell of the flowering grasses
Is sweeter than any rose,
And a million happy insects
Sing in the warm repose.
The mother lark that is brooding
Feels the sun on her wings,
And the deeps of the noonday glitter
With swarms of fairy things.
From the billowy green beneath me
To the fathomless blue above,
The creatures of God are happy
In the warmth of their summer love.
The infinite bliss of Nature
I feel in every vein:
The light and the life of summer
Blossom in heart and brain.
But darker than any shadow
By thunder-clouds unfurled,
The awful truth arises,
That Death is in the world!
And the sky may beam as ever,
And never a cloud be curled;
And the airs be living odors,
But Death is in the world,
Out of the deeps of sunshine
The invisible bolt is hurled;
There's life in the summer meadows,
But Death is in the world!
IN THE MEADOWS.
BY BAYARD TAYLOR.
I lie in the summer meadows,
In the meadows all alone
With the infinite sky above me
And the sun on his mid-day throne.
The smell of the flowering grasses
Is sweeter than any rose,
And a million happy insects
Sing in the warm repose.
The mother lark that is brooding
Feels the sun on her wings,
And the deeps of the noonday glitter
With swarms of fairy things.
From the billowy green beneath me
To the fathomless blue above,
The creatures of God are happy
In the warmth of their summer love.
The infinite bliss of Nature
I feel in every vein:
The light and the life of summer
Blossom in heart and brain.
But darker than any shadow
By thunder-clouds unfurled,
The awful truth arises,
That Death is in the world!
And the sky may beam as ever,
And never a cloud be curled;
And the airs be living odors,
But Death is in the world,
Out of the deeps of sunshine
The invisible bolt is hurled;
There's life in the summer meadows,
But Death is in the world!
What sub-type of article is it?
Pastoral
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Nature Seasons
Death Mourning
What keywords are associated?
Summer Meadows
Nature Bliss
Death Reality
Bayard Taylor
Pastoral Reflection
What entities or persons were involved?
By Bayard Taylor
Poem Details
Title
In The Meadows
Author
By Bayard Taylor
Key Lines
But Darker Than Any Shadow
By Thunder Clouds Unfurled,
The Awful Truth Arises,
That Death Is In The World!
Out Of The Deeps Of Sunshine
The Invisible Bolt Is Hurled;
There's Life In The Summer Meadows,
But Death Is In The World!