Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WORDSWORTH, by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL Poet's Biography First Line: A moonlit desert's yellow sands Last Line: Had yielded their serenity. Alternate Author Name(s): Hedbrooke, Andrew Subject(s): Poetry & Poets; Wordsworth, William (1770-1850) | ||||||||
A MOONLIT desert's yellow sands, Where, dimmer than its shadow, stands A motionless palm-tree here and there, And the great stars through amber air Burn calm as planets, and the face Of earth seems lifting into space: -- A tropic ocean's starlit rest, Along whose smooth and sleeping breast Slow swells just stir the mirrored gleams, Like faintest sighs in placid dreams; All overhead the night, so high And hollow that there seems no sky, But the unfathomed deeps, among The worlds down endless arches swung: -- On moonlit plain, and starlit sea, Is life's lost charm, tranquillity. A poet found it once, and took It home, and hid it in a book, As one might press a violet. There still the odor lingers yet. Delicious; from your treasured tomes Reach down your Wordsworth, and there comes That fragrance which no bard but he E'er caught, as if the plain and sea Had yielded their serenity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YOUTH OF NATURE: WORDSWORTH'S COUNTRY by MATTHEW ARNOLD RESOLUTION OF DEPENDENCE by GEORGE BARKER ON A PORTRAIT OF WORDSWORTH BY B.R. HAYDON by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE LOST LEADER by ROBERT BROWNING DON JUAN: DEDICATION [OR, INVOCATION] by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ON WORDSWORTH by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE WHITE KNIGHT'S SONG by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON A MORNING THOUGHT by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL |
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