OH thou! the guardian of each floweret pale That decks thy lonely brim; whether thy car Hoarse murmuring from afar, Foams down the dark and solitary vale; Or through yon meads thy peaceful current roves, Where, mid the pendent umbrage pleased to stray, Thou shunn'st the noontide ray Which gilds the' encircling majesty of groves; Hail, holy sire! whilst keen remorse corrodes, Sicken'd with pleasure's pangs, this aching heart, Thy freshening streams impart; And take, oh, take me to thy bless'd abodes! But if led on by Heaven's decree to' explore The depths and shoals of fortune, once again I trust the faithless main, Torn from thy desert caves and solemn roar; Give me at length, from storms secure, and woes Of latest age, to lose the silent hours, And in thy awful bowers Enshroud me, far from men, in deep repose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WOMAN'S LAST WORD by ROBERT BROWNING CREDO by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON CHRISTMAS DAY IN THE WORKHOUSE by GEORGE ROBERT SIMS LINES TO A NASTURTIUM (A LOVER MUSES) by ANNE SPENCER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 87. AL-GHANI by EDWIN ARNOLD THE FIRST FIRE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD IF ONLY THOU ART TRUE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE NEW WORLD; TO THE PEOPLE OF THE UNITED STATES by LAURENCE BINYON |