HOW art thou named? In search of what strange land From what huge height, descending? Can such force Of waters issue from a British source, Or hath not Pindus fed thee, where the band Of Patriots scoop their freedom out, with hand Desperate as thine? Or come the incessant shocks From that young Stream, that smites the throbbing rocks Of Viamala? There I seem to stand, As in life's morn; permitted to behold, From the dread chasm, woods climbing above woods, In pomp that fades not; everlasting snows; And skies that ne'er relinquish their repose; Such power possess the family of floods Over the minds of Poets, young or old! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RUGBY CHAPEL by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE AUTHOR TO HER BOOK by ANNE BRADSTREET THE LITTLE GHOST by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY AN IMITATION OF SPENCER by JOHN ARMSTRONG LET NO BIRD SING by VERNE TAYLOR BENEDICT PSALMS 71. PRAYER AND SONG OF THE AGED CHRISTIAN by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 16 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |