RECOVERY, where art thou? Daughter of Heaven, where shall we seek thy help? Upon what hallowed fountain hast thou laid O nymph adored, thy spell? By the grey ocean's verge, Daughter of Heaven, we seek thee, but in vain; We find no healing in the breeze that sweeps Thy thymy mountain's brow. Where are the happy hours, The sunshine that so cheer'd the morn of life! For health is fled, and with her fled the joys That made existence dear. I saw the distant hills Smile in the radiance of the orient beam, And gazed delighted that anon our feet Should visit scenes so fair. I look'd abroad at noon, The shadow and the storm were on the hills. The crags that like a faery fabric shone Darkness had overwhelm'd. On you, ye coming years, So fairly shone the April gleam of hope, So darkly o'er the distance late so bright, Now settle the black clouds. Come thou and chase away Sorrow and pain, the persecuting powers That make the melancholy day so long, So long the restless night. Shall we not find thee here, Recovery, on the ocean's breezy strand? Is there no healing in the gales that sweep The thymy mountain's brow? I look for thy approach, O life-preserving Power! as he who strays Alone in darkness o'er the pathless marsh Watches the dawn of day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CLOTE (WATER-LILY) by WILLIAM BARNES TO A CATY-DID by PHILIP FRENEAU COR CORDIUM by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE PHANTOMS IN GREEN by STANLEY KILNER BOOTH THE STREAM OF LIFE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT MY MISTRESS COMMANDING ME TO RETURN HER LETTERS by THOMAS CAREW TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE OPEN SECRET by EDWARD CARPENTER |