What boots it that thy steps to distant shores In search of quiet or oblivion stray, While here thy verse enthusiastic pours, While every morn presents the wonted lay? 'Twas not the beauty of thy manly form, 'Twas not the luster of thy sparkling eye, That bade my heart to fond affection warm, That in my tranquil bosom woke the sigh: No, 'twas that rich and ever varying mind, With every just and generous feeling fraught, That ardent love, by sentiment refined, That spoke in every look, and every thought. Then while I view these graces in thy strain, Vain is thy journey, and its distance vain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPIRITUAL ISOLATION: A FRAGMENT by ISAAC ROSENBERG SEASHORE (1) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON CREDO by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SONNET: 151 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ROOTS AND LEAVES THEMSELVES ALONE by WALT WHITMAN |