Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AT LENNO, by JOHN LAWSON STODDARD Poet's Biography First Line: By lake como's sylvan shore Last Line: I would dream that I am floating on the lake of long ago. Subject(s): Beauty; Dreams; Life; Roman Empire; Nightmares | ||||||||
By Lake Como's sylvan shore, Where the wavelets evermore Seem to rhythmically murmur of the classic days of yore, Cease, O boatman, now to row! While the Alpine summits glow, Let me dream that I am floating on the lake of long ago. Where the Tremezzina ends, And the bay of Lenno bends Till the shadow of the mountain to its placid wave descends, On this strand of silver foam Stood the Younger Pliny's home, When the world at last lay subject to the dominance of Rome. Here he passed his sweetest hours 'Mid his statues, books, and flowers With a life and list of pleasures not dissimilar to ours, For the city's rush and roar Never reached this tranquil shore, And his writings prove completely that he yearned for them no more. Here, as scholar, poet, sage, He filled many a pliant page With the philosophic wisdom and refinement of his age, And his letters to his peers Through a life of smiles and tears Make me often quite forgetful of the intervening years; For the beauty of the bay And the magical display Of its coronet of mountains have not altered since his day, And the lake of which he wrote At that epoch so remote With the same caressing murmur laps my undulating boat. Hence the subtle, tender spell Of the place he loved so well Holds me captive and enchanted, as these waters gently swell, And a vague and nameless pain Makes me long for, -- though in vain --, That delightful classic era, which will never come again. Since the Goths' invading tide Wrecked Rome's potency and pride, Something wonderful has vanished, something exquisite has died; And in spite of modern fame And the lustre of its name, Even beautiful Lake Como can be never quite the same. So beside its sylvan shore, Where the wavelets evermore Seem to rythmically murmur of the classic days of yore, Cease, O boatman, now to row! For, while Alpine summits glow, I would dream that I am floating on the lake of long ago. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 14 by CONRAD AIKEN VARIATIONS: 18 by CONRAD AIKEN LIVE IT THROUGH by DAVID IGNATOW A DREAM OF GAMES by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE DREAM OF WAKING by RANDALL JARRELL APOLOGY FOR BAD DREAMS by ROBINSON JEFFERS GIVE YOUR WISH LIGHT by ROBINSON JEFFERS A MAY MONODY by JOHN LAWSON STODDARD |
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