FULL oft through some enchanted land I tread, Wherein can live no hatred, pain, or fear, Where all the heavens with Truth's own light are clear, And Love's own tints o'er all the earth are spread; Where, through illumined foliage overhead, Swift, bright-winged birds will flash and disappear, While murmuring voices from the leaves I hear, Repeating all my heart in secret said. Not there I dwell, and yet my home is there; Those flower-grown paths I trod, a lonely child, Breathing with simple joy the fragrant air: Lured on by half-seen beauty even then, With restless feet I roamed from hill to glen, By gleaming birds, by whispering leaves beguiled. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SLEEPLESS NIGHT by ALFRED AUSTIN STOKLEWATH; OR, THE CUMBRIAN VILLAGE by SUSANNA BLAMIRE RUTHERFORD'S HYMN by ANNIE ROSS COUSIN A WORD TO PHILOSOPHERS by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH |