FAREWELL, sweet Binstead! take a fond farewell From one unused to sight of woods and seas, Amid the strife of cities doomed to dwell, Yet roused to ecstacy by scenes like these, Who could for ever sit beneath thy trees, Inhaling fragrance from the flowery dell; Or listening to the murmur of the breeze, Gaze with delight on Ocean's awful swell. Again farewell! nor deem that I profane Thy sacred porch; for while the Sabbath strain May fail to turn the sinner from his ways, These are impressions none can feel in vain -- These are the wonders that perforce must raise The soul to God, in reverential praise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEARS IN SLEEP by LOUISE BOGAN SONG FOR JULY 12TH, 1843 by JOHN DE JEAN FRAZER TO THE THAWING WIND by ROBERT FROST SONNET: 21. TO CYRIACK SKINNER by JOHN MILTON SONNET: 144 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ECCLESIASTES by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |