Poems About Walking

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1. A Late Walk

   by Robert Frost

   
   

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   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

   
   

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   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

   
   

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   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

   
   

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   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. Spring Came Walking

   by Annette Wynne

   Spring came walking through the grass;
   I heard her happy footsteps pass;
   I went outside and took her hand,
   And followed her across the land.
   And everywhere we took our way,
   The flowers called a holiday.
   

7. Amico Suo

   by Herbert P. Horne

   
   

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   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.
   

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