LIFE of this wilderness, Pure gushing stream, Dear to the Summer Is thy murmuring! Note of the song-bird, Warbling on high, Ne'er with my spirit made Such harmony As do thy deep waters, O'er rock, leaf, and flower, Bubbling and babbling The long sunny hour! Tongue of this desert-spot, Spelling sweet tones, To the mute listeners -- Old mossy stones; Who ranged these stones near Thy silver rim, Guarding the temple Where rises thy hymn? Some thirst-stricken Hunter -- Swarth priest of the wood, Around thee hath strewn them, In fond gratitude. Orb of the green waste, Open and clear, Friend of the Hunter, Loved of the deer; Brilliantly breaking Beneath the blue sky, Gladdening the leaflets That tremulous sigh; Star of my wandering, Symbol of love, Lead me to dream of The Fountain above! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MR. HOUSMAN'S MESSAGE by EZRA POUND ECHOES: 9 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE PASSIONATE MAN'S PILGRIMAGE by WALTER RALEIGH ESCAPE AT BEDTIME by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 1 by MARK AKENSIDE MYSTERY by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: A VISION by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |