Within these wilds was Anna wont to rove While Harland told his love in many a sigh, But stern on Harland roll'd her brother's eye, They fought, they fell -- her brother and her love! To Death's dark house did grief-worn Anna haste, Yet here her pensive ghost delights to stay; Oft pouring on the winds the broken lay -- And hark, I hear her -- 'twas the passing blast. I love to sit upon her tomb's dark grass, Then Memory backward rolls Time's shadowy tide; The tales of other days before me glide: With eager thought I seize them as they pass; For fair, tho' faint, the forms of Memory gleam, Like Heaven's bright beauteous bow reflected in the stream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POOR POLL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE ENTERED APPRENTICES' SONG by MATTHEW BIRKHEAD OVERTONES by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN A COUNTRY GOD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 48. FAREWELL TO JULIET (10) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 4. HER STORIES by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH A CHILD'S GRACE AT FLORENCE; A.A.E.C. by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |