NOR few, nor poor in beauty, my resorts In foreign climes, -- nor negligent or dull My observation, but these long-left courts I still find beautiful, most beautiful! And fairly are they more so than before; For to my eye, fresh from a southern land, They wear the colouring of the scenes of yore, And the old Faith that made them here to stand. I paint the very students as they were, Not the men-children of these forward days, But mild-eyed boys just risen from their knees, While, proud as angels of their holy care, Following the symbol-vested priest, they raise The full response of antique litanies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IVAN THE CZAR by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS A SPINNING SONG by JOHN FRANCIS O'DONNELL TO THE MOON (1) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE MAN WHO DREAMED OF FAERYLAND by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS STARRY NIGHT by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE SHRINE OF VENUS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA'S HESITATION by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS |