Demurely sit you there a-row Where nature chose a fitting place, Encompassed oft by misty clouds In tender, lover-like embrace. No wondrous beauty yours to boast, But worth-while comeliness you don, Enhanced by verdure, green and cool And veils of sheer, blue-black chiffon. You temper with your constancy, The ever-changing city near And win the praise of passing hosts— "Magnificent," "august" "sincere." While at your feet, o'er pebbles bright, A streamlet flows with purling trills, Proclaiming you, in rhythmic tones The cloud-loved summits of the Hills. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE GREAT CAROUSAL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER TO CORINTH by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE MAN WHO DREAMED OF FAERYLAND by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO MY FIANCEE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS OPEN THY HEART by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS |