THEN be my guide, Wandering Permessus, upward through thy vale, And let me find, beneath the twisted boughs Of these old evergreens, coolness and shade, To make my toil the easier. Darkly rolls Thy current under them, and hollower sounds Thy hidden roar. I just can catch a glimpse Of you deep pool, dark and mysterious, Sunk in its well of rock; and now from out A tuft of seeded fern I see thee plunge, Tinted with golden green, for there a sunbeam Strays through thy arch of shade. Still as I climb Thy voice goes with me, like the laborer's song, To cheer me; and anon I see thee flashing Through the laburnum thickets, rivalling Their golden flowers; and then thou rushest by Crested with foam, the whiter for the darkness That covers thee; and then I pause and hang Over a broad, smooth mirror, where the sky Looks in, and sees itself, as purely blue, As vast and round, and all its cloudy folds, Their snowy bosses and their iris fringes Are there, and all the circling rocks repeat Their lights and shadows in that vacancy, So clear, it seems but air. Thou rollest on Thus brightly, and for ages thou hast kept This ever-varying, yet eternal way; And like the voice of a divinity Thou pourest thy endless song. But now the rocks That hemmed thee in recede, and, round and fair, The open vale of Aganippe smiles To greet me, as a fond and gentle mistress Welcomes her weary lover, when he comes At evening to her bower. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYMN: FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY: 2 by REGINALD HEBER DEJECTION by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ON SENDING MY SON AS A PRESENT TO DR. SWIFT by MARY BARBER THE RUSSIAN STUDENT'S TALE by MATHILDE BLIND BILL AND THE SUPE (A MINING CAMP BALLAD) by BERTON BRALEY NATURE AND LOVE by STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: TO MIGNONNE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |