OH, solitude! thou wonder-working fay, Come nurse my feeble fancy in your arms, Though I, and thee, and fancy town-pent lay, Come, call around, a world of country charms. Let all this room, these walls dissolve away, And bring me Surrey's fields to take their place: This floor be grass, and draughts as breezes play; Yon curtains trees, to wave in summer's face; My ceiling, sky; my water-jug a stream; My bed, a bank, on which to muse and dream. The spell is wrought: imagination swells My sleeping-room to hills, and woods, and dells! I walk abroad, for naught my footsteps hinder, And fling my arms. Oh! mi! I've broke the @3winder!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INEBRIATE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE SOLDIER GOING TO THE FIELD by WILLIAM DAVENANT THE ELF AND THE DORMOUSE by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD RIDDLE: A CANDLE by MOTHER GOOSE GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 12 by RICHARD BARNFIELD NIGHT AFTER NIGHT by GERTRUDE BLOEDE THE NAME by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 16 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |