IN the deep hollow of this sheltered dell I hear the rude winds chant their giant staves Far, far beyond me, where in darkening waves The airy seas of cloudland sink or swell. No faint breeze stirs the wild-flower's soundless bell, Here in the quiet vale, whose rivulet laves Banks silent almost as those desert graves, Whereof the worn Zaharan wanderers tell. Oh! thus from out still depths of tranquil doom, My soul beyond her views life's turmoil vast, Hearkening the windy roar and rage of men. Vain to @3her@1 eyes as shades from cloudland cast, And to @3her@1 ears like far-off winds that boom, Heard, but scarce heard, in this Arcadian glen! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNTING THE BEATS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1720 by JONATHAN SWIFT EPITHALAMIUM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PSALM 23 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE THREE SAD SHEPPARDESSES, GOE TO A LITTLE TABLE, WHERE THEY SINGE by ELIZABETH BRACKLEY DIANA by JULIEN AUGUSTE PELAGE BRIZEUX |