Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Here you will find the Poem At Bay Ridge, Long Island of poet Thomas Bailey Aldrich

At Bay Ridge, Long Island

Pleasant it is to lie amid the grass 
Under these shady locusts, half the day, 
Watching the ships reflected on the Bay, 
Topmast and shroud, as in a wizard's glass; 
To note the swift and meagre swallow pass, 
Brushing the dewdrops from the lilac spray; 
Or else to sit and while the noon away 
With some old love-tale; or to muse, alas! 
On Dante in his exile, sorrow-worn; 
On Milton, blind, with inward-seeing eyes 
That made their own deep midnight and rich morn; 
To think that now, beneath Italian skies, 
In such clear air as this, by Tiber's wave, 
Daisies are trembling over Keats's grave.