CATANIA! on thy famed and classic shore I long to plant my foot, and stand between A paradise, all blooming, gay and green, And thy earth-circled ocean's gentle roar, Along whose peaceful waves the sun-beams pour, From stainless skies, deep amber, and imbue The ruffled waters with an iris hue, Like torch-light sparkling in a vault of ore -- And turning I behold thy fields of grain Waving in yellow floods o'er vale and plain, And meadows mantled in a waste of flowers, And hills whereon the golden orange glows, And purpling with the ripe vines nectared bowers, And breathing with the myrtle and the rose; And higher still, flame-crested Etna towering, A belt of giant oak and chestnut waves In gloomy verdure, like the cypress louring With shade of solemn night o'er eastern graves; And loftier, in its virgin robe of white, The snow-cap, pillowed on the cloudless sky, Seems like a floating column of pure light, And round its pointed cone dark volumes lie Rolled from the volcan's jaws, and sheets of flame Dart on their path to Heaven, and flowing o'er The glowing torrent rolls its flashing stream, And from the mountain's womb comes forth a sullen roar. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS DYING BROTHER, MASTER WILLIAM HERRICK by ROBERT HERRICK THE WHITE SHIPS AND THE RED by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM by HENRY KIRKE WHITE DINNER by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON SONG OF SOLOMON: 5:1 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE SOUTH STATE STREET, CHICAGO by MAXWELL BODENHEIM ON SEEING MISS FONTENELLE IN A FAVOURITE CHARACTER by ROBERT BURNS |