THOU, Bavaria's brown-eyed daughter, Art a shape of joy, Standing by the Isar's water With thy brother-boy; In thy dream, with idle fingers Threading through his curls, On thy check the sun's kiss lingers, Rosiest of girls! Woods of glossy oak are ringing With the echoes bland, While thy generous voice is singing Songs of Fatherland, -- Songs, that by the Danube's river Sound on hills of vine, And where waves in green light quiver, Down the rushing Rhine. Life, with all its hues and changes, To thy heart doth lie Like those dreamy Alpine ranges In the southern sky; Where in haze the clefts are hidden, Which the foot should fear, And the crags that fall unbidden Startle not the ear. Where the village maidens gather At the fountain's brim, Or in sunny harvest weather, With the reapers trim; Where the autumn fires are burning On the vintage-hills; Where the mossy wheels are turning In the ancient mills; Where from ruined robber-towers Hangs the ivy's hair, And the crimson foxbell flowers On the crumbling stair: -- Everywhere, without thy presence, Would the sunshine fail, Fairest of the maiden peasants! Flower of Isar's vale! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 2. LOS CIGARILLOS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ACROSS THE RED SKY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE MILL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE IMMORTALITY OF LOVE by ROBERT SOUTHEY WINTER MEMORIES by HENRY DAVID THOREAU |