Thro' what new world, this happy hour, What wild romance, what faery bower. Are Nelly's fancies flown? The dreamy eyes, the eager mind, Of all imagined homes shall find None sweeter than her own. The best is truest; that was best When Nelly, heart and soul at rest. Knelt at the vesper-prayer No poet's dream, methought, could shed O'er that unconscious childly head So high a light and fair. For innocence is Eden still Round the pure heart, the loving will. Heaven's hosts encamped abide; A Presence that I may not name Thro' souls unknowing guilt or shame Walks in the eventide. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: EPILOGUE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS STREET LANTERNS by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE EPITAPH ON A HARE by WILLIAM COWPER MY AIN COUNTRIE by MARY LEE DEMAREST IDLENESS by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL |