TO one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven, -- to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when, with hearts content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair And gentle tale of love and languishment? Returning home at evening, with an ear Catching the notes of Philomel, -- an eye Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career, He mourns that day so soon has glided by: E'en like the passage of an angel's tear That falls through the clear ether silently. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TWO MYSTERIES by MARY ELIZABETH MAPES DODGE LAMENT FOR [THE DEATH OF] THOMAS DAVIS by SAMUEL FERGUSON WITHOUT AND WITHIN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE TRIUMPH OF LIFE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE FEILIRE OF ADAMNAN by ADAMNAN LAMENT OF AROMAITERAI by AROMAITERAI PLAYFORD; A DESCRIPTIVE FRAGMENT by BERNARD BARTON SONG, FR. A VISION OF GIORGIONE: FELICE'S SONG by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |