THE KIRK of ULPHA to the pilgrim's eye Is welcome as a star, that doth present Its shining forehead through the peaceful rent Of a black cloud diffused o'er half the sky: Or as a fruitful palm-tree towering high O'er the parched waste beside an Arab's tent; Or the Indian tree whose branches, downward bent, Take root again, a boundless canopy. How sweet were leisure! could it yield no more Than 'mid that wave-washed Churchyard to recline, From pastoral graves extracting thoughts divine; Or there to pace, and mark the summits hoar Of distant moonlit mountains faintly shine, Soothed by the unseen River's gentle roar. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PROBLEM IN AESTHETICS by KAREN SWENSON THE CENSUS-TAKER by ROBERT FROST ECHOES: 4. INVICTUS by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY ELAINE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY HOW DOES THE RAIN COME? by CHARLES ROLLIN BALLARD SONG OF SOLOMON: 5:1 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE POET AND THE BIRD; A FABLE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |