EDEN! till now thy beauty had I viewed By glimpses only, and confess with shame That verse of mine, whate'er its varying mood, Repeats but once the sound of thy sweet name: Yet fetched from Paradise that honour came, Rightfully borne; for Nature gives thee flowers That have no rivals among British bowers; And thy bold rocks are worthy of their fame. Measuring thy course, fair Stream! at length I pay To my life's neighbour dues of neighbourhood; But I have traced thee on thy winding way With pleasure sometimes by this thought restrained -- For things far off we toil, while many a good Not sought, because too near, is never gained. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLY POEMS: 3 by GEORGE BARKER INVITATION TO A PAINTER: 1 by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 28. AS-BAZIR by EDWIN ARNOLD QUATORZAINS: 10. TO POESY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES MY JEWEL CASE by BESSE BURNETT BELL IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: CONDEMNED by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |