LIVE in that land, fair spirit and my friend, Which you are wealthy in, where your estate Ripples in wheat and sunshine without end, And wood-rides never reach the glittering gate, Where fall the nymphal rills Down sunny hills; And shepherds there sit playing "Corinna's gone a-Maying" -- O ever may your rills like lovesongs run, And each green height allure some shining One. With that, your cities twinkle through warm miles Of pastoral blue, and you at one thought move Where blest bells chant and antique order smiles, And love peeps down from airy nooks, your love. Her flowery lattice soon Beneath the moon May lodge the owl tu-whooing, For she'll have stolen a-wooing, And where through dragon throats the spring leaps clear Be whispering lest a wide-eyed rose should hear. This was my country, and it may be yet, But something flew between me and the sun; The gnawed reeds blacken, the thinned poplars fret, Leaves loll, would wake, and with a thrill are gone. The city faces stare Across the square Where the burnt spire of vision Hangs in hurt indecision; They guess strange menace where old safety throve, That palest face among them was my love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS FOR MUSIC (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON ELEGY IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON A LAST PRAYER by HELEN MARIA HUNT FISKE JACKSON TWILIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW EVOLUTION by JOHN BANISTER TABB PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 38 by EDWARD TAYLOR ADDRESS TO A CHILD DURING A BOISTEROUS WINTER EVENING by DOROTHY WORDSWORTH |