No lovelier hills than thine have laid My tired thoughts to rest: No peace of lovelier valleys made Like peace within my breast. Thine are the woods whereto my soul, Out of the noontide beam, Flees for a refuge green and cool And tranquil as a dream. Thy breaking seas like trumpets peal; Thy clouds -- how oft have I Watched their bright towers of silence steal Into infinity! My heart within me faints to roam In thought even far from thee: Thine be the grave whereto I come, And thine my darkness be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEVIL'S WALK [ON EARTH] by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE BELL by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE BOSTON EVENING TRANSCRIPT by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT BATTLE SONG by EBENEZER ELLIOTT TO MYRTILLA OF NEW YORK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THREE SONGS OF LOVE (CHINESE FASHION): 3. LOVE CALL by WILLIAM A. BEATTY |