Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE EXILE, by JANE FRANCESCA WILDE Poet's Biography First Line: Spring's sweet odours from the meadow Last Line: In my own dear far-off land. Alternate Author Name(s): Speranza; Elgee, Jane Francesca; Wilde, William Robert Wills, Mrs. Subject(s): Exiles | ||||||||
I. SPRING'S sweet odours from the meadow Fling their fragrance far and wide, And the tall trees cast the shadow Of the winter's gloom aside; But for me no spring is bearing Gladness to my heart despairing; Comes no more with soothing power Kindly voice, or friendly hand, Song of home, or breath of flower, From my own dear native land. II. High in Heaven, circling nightly, Moon and stars shine overhead; Mighty rivers rush on brightly To the ocean's distant bed; But for me, in sorrow pining, Star and stream in vain are shining, Foreign skies are drear above me, By a foreign shore I stand, Thinking of the friends that love me, In my own dear far-off land. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOOK OF THE DEAD MAN (#58) by MARVIN BELL LITTLE CITIZEN, LITTLE SURVIVOR by HAYDEN CARRUTH GOING OUT FOR CIGARETTES by BILLY COLLINS HOMO WILL NOT INHERIT by MARK DOTY DEFLECTION TOWARD THE RELATIVE MINOR by FORREST GANDER ON A CERTAIN FIELD IN AUVERS by JOHN HAINES THE FAMINE YEAR by JANE FRANCESCA WILDE A LAMENT by JANE FRANCESCA WILDE A REMONSTRANCE; ADDRESSED TO D. FLORENCE M'CARTHY, M.R.I.A. by JANE FRANCESCA WILDE |
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