Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SODUS BAY, by ELIZABETH LUMMIS FRIES ELLETT Poet Analysis First Line: I bless thee - native shore! Last Line: Its childhood with the music of thy waves Alternate Author Name(s): Ellet, Elizabth F. Subject(s): Sodus Bay, Lake Ontario | ||||||||
I BLESS thee -- native shore! Thy woodlands gay, and waters sparkling clear! 'T is like a dream once more The music of thy thousand waves to hear! As murmuring up the sand, With kisses bright they lave the sloping land. The gorgeous sun looks down, Bathing thee gladly in his noontide ray; And o'er thy headlands brown With loving light the tints of evening play. Thy whispering breezes fear To break the calm so softly hallow'd here. Here, in her green domain, The stamp of Nature's sovereignty is found; With scarce disputed reign She dwells in all the solitude around. And here she loves to wear The regal garb that suits a queen so fair. Full oft my heart hath yearn'd For thy sweet shades and vales of sunny rest! Even as the swan return'd, Stoops to repose upon thy azure breast, I greet each welcome spot Forsaken long -- but ne'er, ah, ne'er forgot! 'T was here that memory grew -- 'T was here that childhood's hopes and cares were left; Its early freshness too -- Ere droops the soul, of her best joys bereft. Where are they? -- o'er the track Of cold years, I would call the wanderers back! They must be with thee still! Thou art unchanged -- as bright the sunbeams play -- From not a tree or hill Hath time one hue of beauty snatch'd away. Unchanged alike should be The blessed things so late resign'd to thee! Give back, oh, smiling deep! The heart's fair sunshine, and the dreams of youth That in thy bosom sleep -- Life's April innocence, and trustful truth! The tones that breathed of yore In thy lone murmurs, once again restore! Where have they vanish'd all? -- Only the heedless winds in answer sigh -- Still rushing at thy call, With reckless sweep the streamlet flashes by! And idle as the air, Or fleeting stream, my soul's insatiate prayer Home of sweet thoughts -- farewell! Where'er through changeful life my lot may be, A deep and hallow'd spell Is on thy waters and thy woods for me! Though vainly fancy craves Its childhood with the music of thy waves | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES by ELIZABETH LUMMIS FRIES ELLETT SONNET by ELIZABETH LUMMIS FRIES ELLETT SONNET by ELIZABETH LUMMIS FRIES ELLETT SUSQUEHANNA by ELIZABETH LUMMIS FRIES ELLETT THE DELAWARE WATER-GAP by ELIZABETH LUMMIS FRIES ELLETT THE DYING GIRL'S MESSAGE by ELIZABETH LUMMIS FRIES ELLETT BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE BEGGAR'S HOLIDAY, FR. BEGGAR'S BUSH by JOHN FLETCHER SONNET: 23. ON HIS DECEASED WIFE by JOHN MILTON |
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