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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MULL, by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS First Line: Tell me not of grecian isles / and a charm that's olden Last Line: Horns of elfland surely! Subject(s): Islands | |||
TELL me not of Grecian isles And a charm that's olden, Brooding on the turquoise blue That the Argo's oar-banks knew, Where a sun-steeped ease beguiles, Far away, and golden! There's a Western isle I know, Where the last land merges In the grey and outer seas, Southward from the Hebrides, And through old sea-caverns go Old Atlantic dirges! Grey it is, and very still In the August weather; Grey the basking seals that flock On their jaggéd lift of rock; Starkly heaves a waste of hill Grey, untouched of heather! Grey streams show, by cliff and hag, Pools, and runs that riot, There the great grey sea-trout rise Splashing silver at your flies, There the grey crow from the crag Croaks across the quiet! That's the place where I would be, Where the winds blow purely; For I hear, by Fancy blest, All the Fairies of the West Sound their silver pipes for me Horns of Elfland surely! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DECEPTION PASS; FOR JUDY AND MARK KAWASAKI by KAREN SWENSON ON THIS ISLAND by WYSTAN HUGH AUDEN GLADYS AND HER ISLAND; AN IMPERFECT TALE WITH DOUBTFUL MORAL by JEAN INGELOW RAGGED ISLAND by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY SEALS AT HIGH ISLAND by RICHARD MURPHY THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SHADOWS by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. A BLACK-LETTER STORY-BOOK by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS |
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