Bright was the morning, cool the Air Serene was all the Sky When on the Waves I left my Fair, The Center of my Joy; Heaven and Nature smiling were, And nothing sad but I; Each Rosie Field its odour spred All fragrant was the shore Each River God rose from his Bed, And sighing own'd her Pow'r; Curling their Waves, they deck'd their Steeds As proud of what they bore. Glide on ye Waters, bear these Lines, And tell her how opprest; Bear all my Sighs, ye gentle Winds And waft them to her Breast. Tell her if e'er she prove unkind, I never shall have rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLAYING SOMEONE ELSE'S PIANO by KAREN SWENSON SOLUTIONS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN ONCE BEFORE by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE AT THE WEDDING MARCH by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS DORIS; A PASTORAL by ARTHUR JOSEPH MUNBY TO A YOUNG LADY; WHO ... REPROACHED FOR TAKING LONG WALKS IN COUNTRY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ON A YOUNG BRIDE DROWNED IN THE BOSPHORUS by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 23. SOONER WOUNDED THAN CURED by PHILIP AYRES SONNET TO A FRIEND, ON HIS SECOND MARRIAGE by BERNARD BARTON |