LESS because Petrarch and his Muse have made These hills and streams immortal as his fame, Linked in melodious verse with Laura's name, Than for thy sake, O Nature! have I strayed To this wild region. In the rocky glade, Deep at the mountain's base, the fountains keep Their ceaseless gushing, till the waters leap A mighty torrent from the endless shade; A moment linger there in glassy rest, Break on the craggy steep with foaming crest, Then thunder through the chasm, swift and strong! So burst the Poet's passion from his breast, Noiseless and deep and pure, to flood erelong The listening tracts of Time with ceaseless tides of song! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LUCY (5) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PROMETHEUS UNBOUND: THE RED SEA by AESCHYLUS A NEW BIRTH by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG PSALM 86 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN AT ROMEO'S TOMB by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |