Poet of calm,—like to a mountain mere, Embosomed deep within some leafy dell, Even that by which thou long ago did'st dwell Among the solitudes of loved Grasmere— If to thy quiet soul we would come near, As men who leave the place where traffic goes, For rural heights where lakes lie in repose, Must our feet wander from the tumult here. Then like elated travellers who see, By peaceful shores reclined, each mirror-face Reflect the trees and hills and starry skies, Are they who view this wondrous world in thee— What tender touches everywhere they trace; What hidden glory round their pathway lies! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A JOYFUL SONG OF FIVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 45. FAREWELL TO JULIET (7) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TO WAR by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE WANDERER: 4. IN SWITZERLAND: A QUIET MOMEMENT by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |