NEAR the Cimmerian land, deep-caverned, lies A hollow mount, the home of sluggish Sleep; Where never ray from morn or evening skies Can enter, but where blackening vapours creep, And doubtful gloom unbroken sway doth keep. There never crested bird evokes the dawn, Nor watchful dogs disturb the silence deep, Nor wandering beast, nor forest tempest-torn, Nor harsher sound of human passions born. Mute quiet reigns; -- but from the lowest cave A spring Lethean rising evermore Pours through the murmuring rocks a slumberous wave. The plenteous poppy blossoms at the door, And countless herbs, of night the drowsy store. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GLASS HOUSES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON JUST & UNJUST by CHARLES SYNGE CHRISTOPHER BOWEN WERE I BUT HIS OWN WIFE by ELLEN MARY PATRICK DOWNING AN INTERNATIONAL EPISODE (1889) by CAROLINE KING DUER SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: AUTUMN by THOMAS NASHE HOUSEHOLD POEMS: 1. BRONWEN by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE DAY OF JUDGEMENT; AN ODE ATTEMPTED IN ENGLISH SAPPHIC by ISAAC WATTS AMERICAN THEMES FOR A GILBERT by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS WEIGHTS AND MEASURES, BY OUR OWN TOM DALY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |