OH! that I were a fairy sprite to wander In forest paths, o'erarch'd with oak and beech; Where the sun's yellow light, in slanting rays, Sleeps on the dewy moss; what time the breath Of early morn stirs the white hawthorn boughs, And fills the air with showers of snowy blossoms. Or lie at sunset mid the purple heather, Listening the silver music that rings out From the pale mountain bells, sway'd by the wind. Or sit in rocky clefts above the sea, While one by one the evening stars shine forth Among the gathering clouds, that strew the heavens Like floating purple wreaths of mournful night-shade! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIVING TEMPLE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES TEARS by TUMADIR BINT IBN AL-SHARID AL-KHANSA THE BURDEN OF A SIGH by LEVI BISHOP THE DAWN OF EVENING by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE DAMSEL OF PERU by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ANNE HATHAWAY'S GARDEN by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR BENEDICTION IN PASSING by IRENE CARLISLE |