I've gazed upon the rapid Rhine, I've seen its waters foam and shine; I've watched its cascades, wild and bright, Leap proudly on, in rainbow light; Its waves have charmed my dazzled eye, Like molten silver dashing by: -- Still, still, I could not love the Rhine -- The land it watered was not mine! I sighed to see the moon's mild beam, Fall on Loch Leven's gentle stream! I've wandered by the placid Rhone, When night was on her starry throne; I've looked upon the Tiber's tide, And plucked the wild flowers by its side; I've heard the gondolier's wild note O'er the lagoons' fair waters float: -- Still, still, I turned with willing feet, My native north again to greet! Again to see the moon's mild beam Fall on Loch Leven's gentle stream! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOON by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES NINETY-NINE IN THE SHADE by ROSSITER JOHNSON A PENNY'S WORTH OF POESY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 2 by LUCY AIKEN |