Love, we have heard together Love, we have heard together The North Sea sing his tune, The North Sea sing his tune, And felt the wind's wild feather And felt the wind's wild feather Brush past our cheeks at noon, Brush past our cheeks at noon, And seen the cloudy weather And seen the cloudy weather Made wondrous with the moon. Made wondrous with the moon. Where loveliness is rarest, Where loveliness is rarest, 'Tis also prized the most: 'Tis also prized the most: The moonlight shone her fairest The moonlight shone her fairest Along that level coast Along that level coast Where sands and dunes the barest, Where sands and dunes the barest, Of beauty seldom boast, Of beauty seldom boast, Far from that bleak and rude land Far from that bleak and rude land An exile I remain An exile I remain Fixed in a fair and good land, Fixed in a fair and good land, A valley and a plain A valley and a plain Rich in fat fields and woodland, Rich in fat fields and woodland, And watered well with rain. And watered well with rain. Last night the full moon's splendour Last night the full moon's splendour Shone down on Taunton Dene, Shone down on Taunton Dene, And pasture fresh and tender, And pasture fresh and tender, And coppice dusky green, And coppice dusky green, The heavenly light did render The heavenly light did render In one enchanted scene, In one enchanted scene, One fair unearthly vision. One fair unearthly vision. Yet soon mine eyes were cloyed, Yet soon mine eyes were cloyed, And found those fields Elysian And found those fields Elysian Too rich to be enjoyed. Too rich to be enjoyed. Or was it our division Or was it our division Made all my pleasure void? Made all my pleasure void? Across the window glasses Across the window glasses The curtain then I drew, The curtain then I drew, And, as a sea-bird passes, And, as a sea-bird passes, In sleep my spirit flew In sleep my spirit flew To grey and windswept grasses To grey and windswept grasses And moonlit sands--and you. And moonlit sands--and you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLOOD OF YEARS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TO COLE, THE PAINTER, DEPARTING FOR EUROPE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SONNET: TO HIS LUTE by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 7. TO REVEREND BENJAMIN, LORD BISHOP OF WINCHESTER by MARK AKENSIDE |