'TWAS a bright moment of my life when first, O thou pure stream through rocky portals flowing! That temple-chamber of thy glory burst On my glad sight! Thy pebbly couch lay glowing With deep mosaic hues; and, richly throwing O'er thy cliff-walls a tinge of autumn's vest, High bloomed the heath-flowers, and the wild wood's crest Was touched with gold. Flow ever thus, bestowing Gifts of delight, sweet stream! on all who move Gently along thy shores; and oh! if love -- True love, in secret nursed, with sorrow fraught -- Should sometimes bear his treasured griefs to thee, @3Then@1 full of kindness let thy music be, Singing repose to every troubled thought! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COSMOPOLITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO MAY HOWARD JACKSON - SCULPTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE HARP by RALPH WALDO EMERSON MY MISTRESS'S BOOTS by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 1 by MARK AKENSIDE |