O diamond isle upon a diamond sea, Wherein our Stevenson -- and Scotland's -- died, Loathing thy loveliness, and weary-eyed Turning from all thy softening sorcery As the romance-maker of the Odyssey Spurned Circe's coils, and day long sat beside The cruel beauteous waves whose further tide Touched home and friends and proud Penelope, -- Full many a sister scene as vainly fair Holds guests as anguished with their perfumed chains, Strong souls that sick and swooning bodies bear, Exiles for health's sake from their native plains; Ah, heavy task, when half their health is there, Back in the home-land where their heart remains! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SORROWING LOVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE HERETIC: 2. IRONY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER HOLY THURSDAY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE TWO OF A TRADE by SAMUEL WILLOUGHBY DUFFIELD DICING by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS THE DANUBE RIVER by C. HAMILTON AIDE |