DOST thou, then, listening to the traveller's tale Of mountainous wilds, and towns of ancient fame, And spacious bays, and streams renown'd of name That roll their plenty through the freshen'd vale; Dost thou then long to voyage far away, And visit other lands, that thou mayest view These varied scenes so beautiful and new? Thou dost not know how sad it is to stray Amid a foreign land, thyself unknown, And when o'erwearied with the toilsome day, To rest at eve and feel thyself alone. Delightful sure it is at early morning To see the sun-beam shine on scenes so fair, And when the eve the mountain heights adorning Sinks slow, empurpling the luxurious air. Pleasant it is at times like these to roam, But wouldst thou not at night, confined within Thy foul and comfortless and lonely inn, Remember with a sigh the joys of home? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YELLOW VIOLET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 18 by THOMAS CAMPION TO A DOG'S MEMORY by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY AFTER THE WAR by RICHARD THOMAS LE GALLIENNE THE FIRST PROCLAMATION OF MILES STANDISH [NOVEMBER 23, 1620] by MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON TO THE UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE, IN NEW-ENGLAND by PHILLIS WHEATLEY |