Ryno THE storms are hush'd, the pelting showers pass, Serene and tranquil is the noon of day; The sun gleams fitful o'er the waving grass, And through the vale the red stream works its way. O stream! thy sound is music to mine ear, But sweeter is the voice that sounds afar; It is the voice of Alpin that I hear, He mourns the valiant who have fall'n in war. Why dost thou weep, O Alpin, son of song? Why thus thy melancholy music pour, Like the cold blast that sighs the woods along, Or sullen waves that tumble on the shore? Alpin My tears, O Ryno, for the brave are shed; Though tall among the sons of men you move, Yet must you slumber with the silent dead, Forgotten on the hills you lov'd to rove. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIVING STARS by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE LAND OF DREAMS by WILLIAM BLAKE BISHOP BLOUGRAM'S APOLOGY by ROBERT BROWNING SANDALPHON by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW CREPUSCULE DU MATIN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL SOME EYES CONDEMN by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS |