WHERE in its old historic splendor stands The home of England's far-famed Parliament, And waters of the Thames in calm content At England's fame flow slowly o'er their sands; And where the Rhine past vine-entwined lands Courses in castled beauty, there I went; And far to southern rivers, flower-besprent; And to the icy streams of northern strands. Then mine own native shores I trod once more, And, gazing on thy waters' majesty, The memory, O Hudson, came to me Of one who went to seek the wide world o'er For love, but found it not. Then home turned he And saw his mother waiting at the door. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SMILING MOUTH by CHARLES D'ORLEANS LYING IN THE GRASS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE CHILD OF THE ROMANS by CARL SANDBURG HYMN TO FIRE by KONSTANTIN DMITRIYEVICH BALMONT ASOLANDO: THE BEAN-FEAST by ROBERT BROWNING THE FALL OF THE LEAVES by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON ON THE MEANING OF THE WORD 'WRATH' AS APPLIED TO GOD IN SCRIPTURE by JOHN BYROM |