For a Dutch picture
When light comes creeping through the
That shine with mist,
When winds blow soft,
Windmills wake and whirl.
In Holland, in Holland,
Everything is cheerful
Across the sea:
White nets are beside the water
Where ships sail by.
The mountains begin to get blue,
The Dutch girls begin to sing,
The windmills begin to whirl.
Then night comes
The mountains turn dark gray
And faint away into night.
Not a bird chirps his song.
All is drowsy,
All is strange,
With the moon and stars shining round the world:
The wind stops,
The windmills stop
In Holland . . .
Holland Song
Hilda Conkling
(1)
Poem topics: away, dark, light, moon, sea, song, water, wind, world, bird, blue, white, picture, shine, soft, strange, shining, night, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about Holland Song poem by Hilda Conkling
Best Poems of Hilda Conkling