NEW ENGLAND'S poet, rich in love as years, Her hills and valleys praise thee, her swift brooks Dance in thy verse; to her grave sylvan nooks Thy steps allure us, which the wood-thrush hears As maids their lovers', and no treason fears; Through thee her Merrimacs and Agiochooks And many a name uncouth win gracious looks, Sweetly familiar to both Englands' ears: Peaceful by birthright as a virgin lake, The lily's anchorage, which no eyes behold Save those of stars, yet for thy brother's sake That lay in bonds, thou blewst a blast as bold As that wherewith the heart of Roland brake, Far heard across the New World and the Old. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN by HAYDEN CARRUTH BUCOLIC COMEDY: SPRING by EDITH SITWELL MOUNTAIN WATER by SARA TEASDALE THE KING'S THRESHOLD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS LINES WRITTEN IN THE ALBUM AT ELBINGERODE, IN HARTZ FOREST by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE PREACHER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE LAMENTATION OF THE OLD PENSIONER (2) by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |