O NATURE! thou didst rear me for thine own, With thy free singing-birds and mountain brooks; Feeding my thoughts in primrose-haunted nooks, With fairy fantasies and wood-dreams lone; And thou didst teach me every wandering tone Drawn from thy many-whispering tress and waves, And guide my steps to founts and sparry caves And where bright mosses wove thee a rich throne 'Midst the green hills: and now that, far estranged From all sweet sounds and odours of thy breath, Fading I lie, within my heart unchanged, So glows the love of thee, that not for death Seems that pure passion's fervour -- but ordained To meet on brighter shores thy majesty unstained. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BARD'S EPITAPH by ROBERT BURNS A CHRISTMAS CAROL, SUNG TO THE KING IN THE PRESENCE AT WHITEHALL by ROBERT HERRICK EPITAPH ON THE ADMIRABLE DRAMATIC POET, WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE by JOHN MILTON FRAGMENT by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE GUEST OF PHINEUS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |