I strolled last eve across the lonely down;
One solitary picture struck my eye:
A distant ploughboy stood against the sky —
How far he seemed above the noisy town!
Upon the bosom of a cloud the sod
Laid its bruised cheek as he moved slowly by,
And, watching him, I asked myself if I
In very truth stood half as near to God.
I am busy working to bring Ella Wheeler Wilcox's "A Picture" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Ella Wheeler Wilcox's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "A Picture" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.