RIVER of billows, to whose mighty heart The tide-wave rushes of the Atlantic sea; River of quiet depths, by cultured lea, Romantic wood, or city's crowded mart; River of old poetic founts, which start From their lone mountain-cradles, wild and free, Nursed with the fawns, lulled by the woodlark's glee, And cushat's hymeneal song apart: River of chieftains, whose baronial halls, Like veteran warders, watch each wave-worn steep, Portumna's towers, Bunratty's royal walls, Carrick's stern rock, the Geraldine's gray keep, -- River of dark mementos! must I close My lips with Limerick's wrong, with Aughrim's woes? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET TO GUIDO CAVALCANTI by DANTE ALIGHIERI BACCHUS by RALPH WALDO EMERSON EPITAPH ON THE TOMB OF SIR EDWARD GILES AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT HERRICK PENITENTIAL PSALM by THOMAS WYATT THE RUNNER WITH THE LOTS by LEONIE ADAMS CHOEPHOROI: INVOCATION OF AGAMEMNON'S GHOST by AESCHYLUS |