O ARRANMORE, loved Arranmore, How oft I dream of thee, And of those days when by thy shore I wandered young and free! Full many a path I've tried since then, Through pleasure's flowery maze, But ne'er could find the bliss again I felt in those sweet days. How blithe upon the breezy cliffs At sunny morn I've stood, With heart as bounding as the skiffs That danced along the flood! Or when the western wave grew bright With daylight's parting wing, Have sought that Eden in its light Which dreaming poets sing, -- That Eden where the immortal brave Dwell in a land serene, Whose bowers beyond the shining wave, At sunset, oft are seen; Ah, dream, too full of saddening truth! Those mansions o'er the main Are like the hopes I built in youth, -- As sunny and as vain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MARY IN HEAVEN by ROBERT BURNS THE CHALLENGE by ALEXANDER POPE VAN ELSEN by FREDERICK GEORGE SCOTT TO A MATTABASSETT (A CONNECTICUT INDIAN) by WALTER BARDECK PATERNITY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET NARCISSUS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES JAMES MCCOSH by ROBERT BRIDGES (1858-1941) EPIGRAM ON ELPHINSTONE'S TRANSLATION OF MARTIAL'S EPIGRAMS by ROBERT BURNS |