CROSS but this rocky height, and lo! A valley rare as Rasselas Found in the Abyssinian pass, With warmth and beauty all aglow! Where for Tartar mosque and royal villa Is many a shining porphyry pillar, With marbles for altar and floor and stair Veined with vermilion or amber fair; And fountains fed by the rills that fall Cool and clear from the mountain wall. Where the olive and orange and nectarine Ripen the seaside gardens in, And the winds are sweet as the breeze that sighs Over the meadows of Paradise! -- Yea, and the blessed there might crave Alupka, pride of the cliff and wave! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIVE TREES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 10. THE DYING FALL by THOMAS CAMPION WHERE A ROMAN VILLA STOOD, ABOVE FREIBURG' by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE ODE FOR MEMORIAL DAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A CALIFORNIA CHRISTMAS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER MY SISTER'S SLEEP by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |