KNOW'ST thou the land where bloom the citron bowers, Where the gold-orange lights the dusky grove? High waves the laurel there, the myrtle flowers, And through a still blue heaven the sweet winds rove. Know'st thou it well? There, there with thee, O friend! O loved one! fain my steps would flee. Know'st thou the dwelling? There the pillars rise, Soft shines the hall, the painted chambers glow; And forms of marble seem with pitying eyes To say -- "Poor child, what thus hath wrought thee woe?" Know'st thou it well? There, there with thee, O my protector! homewards might I flee! Know'st thou the mountain? High its bridge is hung, Where the mule seeks through mist and cloud his way; There lurk the dragon-race, deep caves among; O'er beetling rocks there foams the torrent-spray. Know'st thou it well? With thee, with thee, I here lies my path, O father! let us flee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOSTON ATHENAEUM by AMY LOWELL IN THE ROOM by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) WHAT BEST I SEE; TO U.S.G. RETURN'D FROM HIS WORLD'S TOUR by WALT WHITMAN DROUTH WILL BE ENDED by GLADYS NAOMI ARNOLD THE MAUSOLEUM by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE WOLD WALL by WILLIAM BARNES |