I wake! delusive phantoms hence, away! Tempt not the weakness of a lover's breast; The softest breeze can shake the halcyon's nest, And lightest clouds o'ercast the dawning ray! 'Twas but a vision! Now, the star of day Peers, like a gem on Etna's burning crest! Welcome, ye hills, with golden vintage dressed; Sicilian forests brown, and valleys gay! A mournful stranger, from the Lesbian Isle, Not strange, in loftiest eulogy of song! She, who could teach the stoic's cheek to smile, Thaw the cold heart, and chain the wondering throng, Can find no balm, love's sorrows to beguile; Ah! Sorrows known too soon! and felt too long! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRAVEL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY RIDDLE: A STAR by MOTHER GOOSE ANACTORIA by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE LOVE THAT PURIFIED by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE CONQUERING EAGLES by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A HINT TO A YOUNG PERSON, .. IMPROVEMENT, BY READING OR CONVERSATION by JOHN BYROM |