BETWEEN the mountains and the sea, Walled by the rock, fringed by the foam, A valley stretches fair and free Beneath the blue of heaven's dome. At rest in that fair valley lies Saint Barbara, the beauteous maid; Above her head the cloudless skies Smile down upon her charms displayed. The sunlit mountains o'er her shed The splendor of their purple tinge; While round her like a mantle spread The blue seas with their silver fringe. Enfolded in that soothing calm, The earth seems sweet, and heaven near; The flowers bloom free, the air is balm, And summer rules the radiant year. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY THE PACIFIC by HERBERT BASHFORD LUKE HAVERGAL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON FAR - FAR - AWAY (FOR MUSIC) by ALFRED TENNYSON THE MIST AND ALL by DIXIE WILLSON THE KNIGHT AND THE LADY; DOMESTIC LEGEND OF THE REIGN OF QUEEN ANNE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |