WE are in Tempe, Peneus glides below, -- That is Olympus, -- we are wondering Where, in old history, Xerxes the great King, Wondered. How strangely pleasant this to know! We may have gazed on scenes of grander flow, And on rocks cast in shapes more marvellous, Now this delicious calm entices us, These platain shades, to let the dull world go. A poet's Mistress is a hallowed thing, And all the beauties of his verse become Her own; -- so be it with the poet's Vale: Listen those emerald waters murmuring, Behold the cliffs, that wall the gods' old home, And float into the Past with softly swelling sail. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CALIFORNIA CITY LANDSCAPE by CARL SANDBURG THE PASSIONATE SHEPHERD TO HIS LOVE by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE AT ELLIS ISLAND by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS THE ORGAN GRINDER by RONALD WALKER BARR |