The confidence of Youth our only Art, And Hope gya Pilot of the bold design, We saw the living Landscapes of the Rhine, Reach after reach salute us and depart; Slow sink the spires, - and up again they start! But who shall count the Towers as they recline O'er the dark steeps, or on the horizon line Striding with shattered crests, the eye athwart? More touching still, more perfect was the pleasure, When hurrying forward till the slack'ning stream Spread like a spacious Mere, we there could measure A smooth free course along the watery gleam, Think calmly on the past, amd mark at leisure Features which else had vanished like a dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JOBHOLDER by DAVID IGNATOW JEST 'FORE CHRISTMAS by EUGENE FIELD THE RAINY DAY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW CAROLINA [JANUARY, 1865] by HENRY TIMROD THE MORAL FABLES: THE TRIAL OF THE FOX by AESOP TO A LADY WHO HAD LOST A RELATIVE by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD ALL IN THE FAMILY by BERTON BRALEY |