O'er golden sands my waters flow, With pearls my road is paven white, Upon my banks sweet flowers blow, And amber rocks direct me right. Look in my mother-spring; how deep Her dark-green waters, yet how clear! For joy the pale-eyed stars do weep To see themselves so beauteous here. Her pebbles all to emeralds turn, Her mosses fine as Nereid's hair, Bright leaps the crystal from her urn, As pure as dew and twice as rare. Taste of the wave, 'twill charm thy blood, And make thy cheek out-bloom the rose, 'Twill calm thy heart and clear thy mood, Come! sip it freshly as it flows. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HER FIRST-BORN by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER THE NOTHING REDEMPTION by BRUCE WEIGL SCHUBERT'S (UNFINISHED) SYMPHONY by FRANCES BARTLETT THE EVENING OF THE YEAR by MATHILDE BLIND MASKS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE MAN; ADDRESSED TO MY ALMA MATER by SAMUEL VALENTINE COLE |