Oft do I muse in castle-building hours - O! might some trick o' the air advance the hill Of Sion westward, I would gaze my fill Upon her far-projected walls and towers! O! that the realms our rounded earth doth hide Could, maugre all the horizons, be displayed. To my rapt eyes and heart - o'er land and tide By some intense refractive power conveyed! For I am bound by duties and constraints To mine own land, or move in modest round Among my neighbours; tho' my spirit faints And hungers for the storied eastern ground: Cease, dreamer! is it fit the laws of space And vision should be strained to meet thy case? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEMOS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE CHALLENGE by ALEXANDER POPE NUPTIAL SLEEP by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI MUSIC, FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE AGED LOVER RENOUNCETH LOVE by THOMAS VAUX EPISTLES ON THE CHARACTER AND CONDITION OF WOMEN: 2 by LUCY AIKEN |