AMONG the mountains were we nursed, loved Stream Thou near the eagle's nest -- within brief sail, I, of his bold wing floating on the gale, Where thy deep voice could lull me! Faint the beam Of human life when first allowed to gleam On mortal notice. -- Glory of the vale, Such thy meek outset, with a crown, though frail, Kept in perpetual verdure by the steam Of thy soft breath! -- Less vivid wreath entwined Nemaean victor's brow; less bright was worn, Meed of some Roman chief -- in triumph borne With captives chained; and shedding from his car The sunset splendours of a finished war Upon the proud enslavers of mankind! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLEEP by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONNET: 9 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY CASTOR AND POLYDEUCES by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE RECOLLECTION by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH THE MENU by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |