OUT on the lonely moor, so quiet and still, Where undisturb'd the meditative mind May nurse the thought that's uppermost at will, What pleasure it doth find! Here, far away from all the bustling throng In headlong haste ambition's goal to reach, There is no jarring of discordant song, No venal, vulgar speech. Only the voice of Nature greets the ear, In lark's and linnet's song, and curlew's call, The bleating lamb, the purling streamlet clear, And rushing waterfall. Sweet simple singers, whose true, artless strains Of Nature's happiness and homage pure, Make glad the heart, the burden of life's pains The better to endure. While, 'mid soft breezes, whispering voices tell Of life and immortality to be; As of its parent ocean breathes the shell, Time of eternity. Here fair flow'rs nestle in the shady nooks, As if afraid to be by mortals seen; With all the graces in their loving looks And modesty of mien. Graces that warm the heart with gratitude, As they unfold their Author's love divine; Giving a foretaste of celestial food -- The angel's bread and wine. Oh, lone retreat of peaceful, calm repose, Who would not taste thy cup of pleasures pure, And prize, in such a world of wants and woes, A closet on the moor? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HUMBLE-BEE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE PRINCESS: [BUGLE] SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON THE QUIET PILGRIM by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER DIRGE FOR TWO VETERANS by WALT WHITMAN TO MYRTILLA OF NEW YORK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TO MR. WILLIAM BASSE UPON THE NOW PUBLISHING OF HIS POEMS by RALPH BATHURST L'INDIFFERENT; WATTEAU; THE LOUVRE by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY |