FAR swept from Lundy, spanned from side to side With heaven's blue arch, the ocean waters flow; Sweet May has piled her pyramids of snow, And the fair land is glorious as a bride, That chooses summer for her hour of pride: The lordly sun, with his great heart a-glow, Is fain to kiss all things that bud and blow, And Maurice sleeps, nor hears the murmuring tide. Fine spirit, wheresoe'er, a quester keen, You mark the asphodel with prints of pearl, Breathing the freshness of the early lawns; O darling, clad in light of tend'rest sheen, Hard by the nest of some celestial merle We yet shall see you when the morning dawns. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CONQUEROR'S GRAVE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON CHARITAS NIMIA; OR THE DEAR BARGAIN by RICHARD CRASHAW PENITENTIAL PSALM by THOMAS WYATT IN THE HOSPITAL by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON |