WHERE shall I find some desert-scene so rude, Where loneliness so undisturbed may reign, That not a step shall ever there intrude Of roving man, or nature's savage train? Some tangled thicket, desolate and drear, Or deep wild forest, silent as the tomb, Boasting no verdure bright, no fountain clear, But darkly suited to my spirit's gloom? That there, 'midst frowning rocks, alone with grief, Entombed in life, and hopeless of relief, In lonely freedom I may breathe my woes -- For oh! since nought my sorrows can allay, There shall my sadness cloud no festal day, And days of gloom shall soothe me to repose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS FOR MUSIC (4) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE DARK ANGEL by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON THE CITY OF GOD by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1822-1882) ASSAULT by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE SUPPLIANTS: PRAYER FOR DELIVERANCE. CHORUS by AESCHYLUS ON THE LOSS OF PROFESSOR FISHER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD A FRAGMENT by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |