Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OVER THE LAKE, by R. A. ERIC SHEPHERD First Line: Over the lake is fairyland Last Line: And amethyst. Subject(s): Oxford University | ||||||||
OVER the lake is Fairyland: Wrapt in mist Dim spirit trees and bushes stand, And flow'rs go wanton where they list; Tinct all unearthly, sweet with dew, Strange, elfin pink, and white, and blue, And amethyst. Over the lake doth music dwell Of violin To voice the ev'ning's wistful spell, When little children's eyes begin To veil their blue, and brown, and grey, In filmy mist that far away Good angels spin. Over the lake far out behold A boat doth fare, That trails a wake of rosy gold, And doth a lone musician bear, Whose melting music leaves a sigh, As tho' the heart of dreams were by, Filling the air. Night is forth from her day-long cave, See, how she nears! Gliding soft o'er the charmed wave, Loading the boughs with her sapphire tears; While up in the sky the bright stars sing Wonderful songs of their wandering, Light thro' the spheres Over the lake is Fairy land: Wrapt in mist Dim spirit trees and bushes stand And flow'rs go wanton where they list; Tinct all unearthly, sweet with dew, Strange, elfin pink, and white, and blue, And amethyst. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRIST CHURCH MEADOWS, OXFORD by DONALD HALL OXFORD, THIRTY YEARS AFTER by JOHN UPDIKE THE SCHOLAR GIPSY by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE SPIRES OF OXFORD by WINIFRED MARY LETTS THE TALENTED MAN by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED SONNET: ON HAVING DINED AT TRINITY COLLEGE, OXFORD by JOHN CODRINGTON BAMPFYLDE THE BALLAD OF MY FRIEND by J. D. BEAZLEY LETTER TO B.W. PROCTOR, ESQ., FROM OXFORD; MAY, 1825 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES IN MARY'S MONTH; TO MY YOUNGER SISTER ON HER BIRTHDAY by R. A. ERIC SHEPHERD |
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