Now this must be the sweetest place <br />From here to heaven's end; <br />The field is white and flowering lace, <br />The birches leap and bend, <br /> <br />The hills, beneath the roving sun, <br />From green to purple pass, <br />And little, trifling breezes run <br />Their fingers through the grass. <br /> <br />So good it is, so gay it is, <br />So calm it is, and pure. <br />A one whose eyes may look on this <br />Must be the happier, sure. <br /> <br />But me- I see it flat and gray <br />And blurred with misery, <br />Because a lad a mile away <br />Has little need of me.<br /><br />Dorothy Parker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/landscape/
