THAT fair young land which gave me birth is dead! Lost as a fallen star that quivering dies Down the pale pathway of autumnal skies, A vague faint radiance flickering where it fled; All she hath wrought, all she hath planned or said, Her golden eloquence, her high emprise Wrecked, on the languid shore of Lethe lies, While cold Oblivion veils her piteous head: O mother! loved and loveliest! debonair As some brave queen of antique chivalries. Thy beauty's blasted like thy desolate coasts; -- Where now thy lustrous form, thy shining hair? Where thy bright presence, thine imperial eyes? Lost in dim shadows of the realm of Ghosts! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CLOTE (WATER-LILY) by WILLIAM BARNES AN EPITAPH by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE RIDE-BY-NIGHTS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE WINTER HEAVENS by GEORGE MEREDITH REJECTED ADDRESSES: THE BABY'S DEBUT, BY W. W. by JAMES SMITH (1775-1839) TO AMERICA, ON HER FIRST SONS FALLEN IN THE GREAT WAR by E. M. WALKER IN HADES by ANNA CALLENDER BRACKETT |