A simple analysis of “Fern Hill” written by Dylan Thomas

The poet remembers those days when he was young and carefree on his aunt’s estate. He remembers the sweet house on Fern Hill. Childhood days were as happy as green grass. The dim starry night allowed her to have her own ways through a hectic time in the golden period of his life. In childhood he was popular with the wagon drivers in the apple town, the farm. However, ‘time’ is the true lord and master. With the kind consent of ‘time’, Dylan made the trees and leaves follow him with daisies and barely descend the rivers of greenish light.

In childhood, she was lively and vibrant; he was glorified among the barns by the merry courtyard. He sang freely as if the farm was his eternal home. He was happy under the sun that he was young only once, the height of his life. It was ‘time’ that was the true lord and master. Time allowed him to play and be brilliant. He sometimes allows him to play the role of hunter and shepherd. He then remembered that while he blew the hunter’s horn, the foxes barked and the calves bellowed. He frowned in the sacred brooks of the fern

While the sun was shining, the poet kept running from one place to another. The hayfields were as tall as the house. The sight of the wisps of smoke coming out of the chimneys was a pleasant and sweet melody to the boy. The air played, lovely, watery and fiery green like grass. It was as beautiful as wet. While he went to sleep, he had fantasies. It seemed to him that the owls were taking the farm all night; they were wounded; the vases, some kind of birds, flew with the haystacks and the running horses sparkled in the moonlight.

In his childhood, when he was pure and innocent, like a lamb, he didn’t care about anything. Time elevated him to a great fantasy world. He took him to a high altitude crowded with swallows in the moonlit night. These days of childish fantasy are gone forever. He can no longer ride to sleep or imagine that the farm is taken by the owl at night and that it returns in the morning. Now, when he is grown, Dylan wakes up from his dream to find that the farm has fled the world.

The overall tone of the speaker is one of joy and celebration. Childhood and the farm have been idolized in exaggerated terms. The poem’s voice is clearly full of enthusiasm and ecstasy, though there is a subtle undercurrent of adulthood decadence.