FAIR Roslin Chapel, how divine The art that reared thy costly shrine! Thy carven columns must have grown By magic, like a dream in stone. Yet not within thy storied wall Would I in adoration fall, So gladly as within the glen That leads to lovely Hawthornden: A long-drawn aisle, with roof of green And vine-clad pillars, while between The Esk runs murmuring on its way, In living music, night and day. Within the temple of this wood The martyrs of the covenant stood, And rolled the psalm, and poured the prayer, From Nature's solemn altar-stair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SLAVE AUCTION by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER MY MISTRESS'S BOOTS by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON TO HIS COY MISTRESS by ANDREW MARVELL THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 11. THE LOVE-LETTER by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 21. REQUIEM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 1ST SERIES: 38 by EDWARD TAYLOR THE DARK FOREST by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS |