I WANDERED in Scoglietto's far retreat, The oranges on each o'erhanging spray Burned as bright lamps of gold to shame the day; Some startled bird with fluttering wings and fleet Made snow of all the blossoms, at my feet Like silver moons the pale narcissi lay: And the curved waves that streaked the great green bay Laughed i' the sun, and life seemed very sweet. Outside the young boy-priest passed singing clear, "Jesus the Son of Mary has been slain, O come and fill his sepulchre with flowers." Ah, God! Ah, God! those dear Hellenic hours Had drowned all memory of Thy bitter pain, The Cross, the Crown, the Soldiers, and the Spear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONDON SNOW by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES EPISTLE TO SIR ROBERT WALPOLE (1) by HENRY FIELDING THE LABORS OF HERCULES by MARIANNE MOORE A MAN BY THE NAME OF BOLUS by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE FLIGHT OF LOVE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY LOUIS XV by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) A MOTHER'S BIRTHDAY by HENRY VAN DYKE |