WHERE Hudson's wave o'er silvery sands Winds through the hills afar, Old Cronest like a monarch stands, Crowned with a single star! And there, amid the billowy swells Of rock-ribbed, cloud-capped earth, My fair and gentle Ida dwells, A nymph of mountain-birth. The snow-flake that the cliff receives, The diamonds of the showers, Spring's tender blossoms, buds, and leaves, The sisterhood of flowers, Morn's early beam, eve's balmy breeze, Her purity define; Yet Ida's dearer far than these To this fond breast of mine. My heart is on the hills. The shades Of night are on my brow: Ye pleasant haunts and quiet glades, My soul is with you now! I bless the star-crowned highlands where My Ida's footsteps roam: O for a falcon's wing to bear Me onward to my home! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLAME LIGHTS UP by DAVID IGNATOW OPPORTUNITY by JOHN JAMES INGALLS VERSES WHY BURNT by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE NAME OF JESUS by JOHN NEWTON TO A BLOCKHEAD by ALEXANDER POPE STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF THE PRINCESS CHARLOTTE by BERNARD BARTON |