Now have I seen, in Graisivaudan's vale, The fruits that dangle and the vines that trail, The poplars standing up in bright blue air, The silver turmoil of the broad Isere And sheer pale cliffs that wait through Earth's long noon Till the round Sun be colder than the Moon. Mine be the ancient song of Travellers: I hate this glittering land where nothing stirs: I would go back, for I would see again Mountains less vast, a less abundant plain, The Northern Cliffs clean-swept with driven foam, And the rose-garden of my gracious home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRULY GREAT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A TIME TO TALK by ROBERT FROST THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES by CHARLES LAMB SONG, WRITTEN AT SEA, IN THE FIRST DUTCH WAR, 1665 ... by CHARLES SACKVILLE (1637-1706) NELL COOK; A LEGEND OF THE 'DARK ENTRY': THE KING'S SCHOLAR'S STORY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |