WHILE the blue is richest In the starry sky, While the softest shadows On the greensward lie, While the moonlight slumbers In the lily's urn, Bright elves of the wild-wood! Oh! return, return! Round the forest-fountain, On the river-shore, Let your silvery laughter Echo yet once more; While the joyous bounding Of your dewy feet Rings to that old chorus -- "The daisy is so sweet!" Oberon! Titania! Did your starlight mirth With the song of Avon Quit this work-day earth? Yet, while green leaves glisten, And while bright stars burn, By that magic memory, Oh! return, return! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROAD TO AVIGNON by AMY LOWELL DIBDIN'S GHOST by EUGENE FIELD THE HOSTESS' DAUGHTER by JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND WRITTEN IN IRELAND by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK MY MOTHER'S GARDEN by ALICE E. ALLEN EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 17. THE CHILD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |