AROUND a wild and woody hill, A gravelled pathway treading, We reached a votive stone that bears The name of Aloys Reding. Well judged the friend who placed it there For silence and protection; And haply with a finer care Of dutiful affection. The sun regards it from the west; And, while in summer glory He sets, his sinking yields a type Of that pathetic story: And oft he tempts the patriot Swiss Amid the grove to linger; Till all is dim, save this bright stone Touched by his golden finger. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER TWO YEARS by RICHARD ALDINGTON TO THE FAIR CLARINDA, WHO MADE LOVE TO ME by APHRA BEHN HOLY SONNET: SATIRE 3. ON RELIGION by JOHN DONNE THE WILD HONEYSUCKLE by PHILIP FRENEAU EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: BATTERIES OUT OF AMMUNITION by RUDYARD KIPLING SONNET: 102 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE CROSSING THE BAR by ALFRED TENNYSON |