Low murmurs creep along the woody vale, The tremulous Aspens shudder in the breeze, Slow o'er the downs the leaden vapours sail, While I, beneath these old paternal trees, Mark the dark shadows of the threaten'd storm, As gathering clouds o'erveil the morning sun; They pass! -- But oh! ye visions bright and warm With which even here my sanguine youth begun, Ye are obscured for ever! -- And too late The poor Slave shakes the unworthy bonds away Which crush'd her! -- Lo! the radiant star of day Lights up this lovely scene anew[.] -- My fate Nor hope nor joy illumines -- Nor for me Return those rosy hours which here I used to see! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A LITTLE INVISIBLE BEING WHO IS EXPECTED SOON TO BECOME VISIBLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ODE ON THE DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT, DROWNED IN A TUB by THOMAS GRAY THE BELLE OF THE BALL by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED A DEDICATION by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG GOD'S HUMOR by GAMALIEL BRADFORD PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: GERARD DE MANDEVILLE by ROBERT BROWNING |