'T WAS eventide in summer's glorious prime, When walking lonely, 'mong the Alpine chain, I first beheld Einsiedeln's hallowed fane, In the pure air serene, majestic climb, And heard her Ave Mary softly chime: And lo! ev'n while I gazed, along the plain The monks walked forth, to bless the pilgrim train, Who came from far to expiate their crime. I then was but a stripling in my teens, Delighting in all legendary lore; Imagination revelled in such scenes; Then judge my joy, to see what tales of yore Of pilgrims, monks, and their dear lady, taught, Before me thus, all unexpected, brought! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAMENT FOR THE DEATH OF EOGHAN RUADH (OWEN ROE) O'NEIL by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS TRACT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE WINGED VICTORY by LORAINE S. BRADFORD THE CONTINUOUS PERFORMANCE by BERTON BRALEY A DIALOGUE BETWEEN HOM-VEG AND BALLURE'S RIVER by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: FATALITY by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: SILENCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |