O strange sequestered sunny silent land Where fairies exiled from man's haunts, might dwell! Land of the great fern and the heather-bell And larch and pine and beech-bole gnarled and grand And trout-streams brown and lanes of rufous sand And many a deep-green shrouded mystic dell And silver-gleaming lake and mossy fell,— Shall I again within thy borders stand?— Thou hast an inland splendour all thine own. And yet thy tenderest delight to me Was,—not thy soft and deep streams' silver tone, Nor yet the glory of heather-purpled lea,— But that one summit whence far hills were shown, Behind whose green walls lay the grey wild sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WORD OF AN ENGINEER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A DROP OF DEW by ANDREW MARVELL THE BLIND MEN AND THE ELEPHANT by JOHN GODFREY SAXE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 129 by ALFRED TENNYSON ROSAMUND: ROSAMOND'S SONG by JOSEPH ADDISON IN THE WATER by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |