Long Island! yes! When first my vision swept Thy far faint shores with inlet and lagoon Or misty woodflats, where the senses swoon As in that land where Christian sank and slept, I thought of him; and then when in the rain We reached the Inn; but when I heard them speak Of Fire Place at hand, and Devil's Neck, And Good Ground and Mount Sinai west away, As in a dream I seemed to tread again The Pilgrim's steps and trace the Heavenly Way! But there sat Happy Jack, with dumb Rejoice, Red Ike the hostler with his whistling voice, And an old man I called Legality ... Craftily quaint the tale he told to me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPICUREAN by WILLIAM JAMES LINTON THE BENCH OF BOORS by HERMAN MELVILLE THE STUDY OF A SPIDER by JOHN BYRNE LEICESTER WARREN THE SINGER IN THE PRISON by WALT WHITMAN AMPHIPOLIS by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA THE VALEDICTION by RICHARD BAXTER TO A SPIRIT (2) by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |