STRANGER! the man of nature lies not here: Inshrined far distant by his rival's side His relics rest, there by the giddy throng With blind idolatry alike revered! Wiselier directed have thy pilgrim feet Explored the scenes of Ermonville. Rousseau Loved these calm haunts of solitude and peace; Here he has heard the murmurs of the lake, And the soft rustling of the poplar grove, When o'er their bending boughs the passing wind Swept a grey shade. Here, if thy breast be full, If in thine eye the tear devout should gush, His spirit shall behold thee, to thine home From hence returning purified of heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS IN NEW ENGLAND [NOVEMBER 19, 1620] by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE PALM TREE by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS EPIGRAM ENGRAVED ON THE COLLAR OF A DOG by ALEXANDER POPE RUNNING TO PARADISE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS COME UNTO ME by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO MY TOTEM by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING |