How fares it, friend, since I by Fate annoy'd Left the old home in need of livelier play For body and mind? How fare, this many a day, The stubborn thews and ageless heart of Floyd? If not too well with country sport employ'd, Visit my flock, the breezy hill that they Choose for their fold; and see, for thence you may, From rising walls all roofless yet and void, The lovely city, thronging tower and spire, The mind of the wide landscape, dreaming deep, Grey-silvery in the vale; a shrine where keep Memorial hopes their pale celestial fire: Like man's immortal conscience of desire, The spirit that watcheth in me ev'n in my sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEEPER THOUGHT by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE CRAFTSMAN by MARCUS B. CHRISTIAN PHANTOM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE MORNING-GLORY by MARIA WHITE LOWELL THE SEVEN AGAINST THEBES: NEWS OF WAR by AESCHYLUS FINDING CYNTHIA IN PAIN, AND CRYING; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES THE CONGREGATION by GAMALIEL BRADFORD EXTEMPORE VERSES ON A TRIAL OF SKILL BETWEEN MSSRS. FIGG AND SUTTON by JOHN BYROM |