FAIR Tajo! thou whose calmly-flowing tide Bathes the fresh verdure of these lovely plains, Enlivening all where'er thy waves may glide, Flowers, herbage, flocks, and sylvan nymphs and swains. Sweet stream! I know not when my steps again Shall tread thy shores; and while to part I mourn, I have no hope to meliorate my pain, No dream that whispers -- I may yet return! My frowning destiny, whose watchful care Forbids me blessings, and ordains despair, Commands me thus to leave thee, and repine: And I must vainly mourn the scenes I fly, And breathe on other gales my plaintive sigh, And blend my tears with other waves than thine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A THUNDERSTORM IN TOWN by THOMAS HARDY A RECEIPT TO CURE THE VAPOURS by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU THE MORAL FABLES: THE PROLOG by AESOP GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 3 by RICHARD BARNFIELD HAPPY CHRISTMASTIDE by GERTRUDE ELOISE BEALER ENTERTAINMENT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |