As thus I bend me o'er thy babbling stream And watch thy current, memory's hand portrays The faint-formed scenes of the departed days, Like the far forest by the moon's pale beam Dimly descried, yet lovely. I have worn, Upon thy banks, the livelong hour away, When sportive childhood wantoned through the day, Joyed at the opening splendour of the morn, Or, as the twilight darkened, heaved the sigh, Thinking of distant home; as down my cheek, At the fond thought, slow stealing on, would speak The silent eloquence of the full eye. Dim are the long past days, yet still they please As thy soft sounds half heard, borne on the inconstant breeze. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLOSING TIME AT THE SAN DIEGO ZOO by KAREN SWENSON SIGNATURE OF LOVE by KAREN SWENSON DARK ROSALEEN by TOMAS COSTELLO THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 83. BARREN SPRING by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI FELIX OPPORTUNITATE MORTIS by ALFRED AUSTIN IN A GARDEN by PAULINE B. BARRINGTON CHRISTMASSE DAY by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |