BEAUTIFUL must be the mountains whence ye came, And bright in the fruitful valleys the streams, wherefrom Ye learn your song: Where are those starry woods? O might I wander there, Among the flowers, which in that heavenly air Bloom the year long! Nay, barren are those mountains and spent the streams: Our song is the voice of desire, that haunts our dreams, A throe of the heart, Whose pining visions dim, forbidden hopes profound, No dying cadence nor long sigh can sound, For all our art. Alone, aloud in the raptured ear of men We pour our dark nocturnal secret; and then, As night is withdrawn From these sweet-springing meads and bursting boughs of May, Dream, while the innumerable choir of day Welcome the dawn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALFRED THE HARPER by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) PENTRIDGE BY THE RIVER by WILLIAM BARNES VERSES TO THE MEMORY OF DR. LLOYD (2) by VINCENT BOURNE MONHEGAN GULLS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE WAY OF THE WORLD by GEORGE FREDERICK CAMERON SONG TO ONE WHO, WHEN I PRAIS'D MY MISTRESS' BEAUTY, SAID I WAS BLIND by THOMAS CAREW |