OH! that from far-away mountains Over the restless waves, Where bubble-enchanted fountains, Rising from jewell'd caves, I could call a fairy bird, Who, whene'er thy voice was heard, Should come to thee, dearest! He should have violet pinions, And a beak of silver white, And should bring from the sun's dominions Eyes that would give thee light. Thou should'st see that he was born In a land of gold and morn, To be thy servant, dearest! Oft should he drop on thy tresses A pearl, or diamond stone, And would yield to thy light caresses Blossoms in Eden grown. Round thy path his wings would shower Now a gem, and now a flower, And dewy odours, dearest! He should fetch from his eastern island The songs that the Peris sing, And when evening is clear and silent, Spells to thy ear would bring, And with his mysterious strain Would entrance thy weary brain, Love's own music, dearest! No Phoenix, alas! will hover, Sent from the morning star; And thou must take of thy lover A gift not brought so far: Wanting bird, and gem, and song, Ah! receive and treasure long A heart that loves thee, dearest! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO -, WITH A ROSE by SIDNEY LANIER THAT KIND OF POEM' by KAREN SWENSON JILTED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR W'EN I GITS HOME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 9. MR. NIXON by EZRA POUND UPON MY LADY CARLISLE'S WALKING IN HAMPTON COURT GARDEN by JOHN SUCKLING |