ON hoary Conway's battlemented height, O poet-heart, I pluck for thee a rose! Through arch and court the sweet wind wandering goes; Round each high tower the rooks in airy flight Circle and wheel, all bathed in amber light; Low at my feet the winding river flows; Valley and town, entranced in deep repose, War doth no more appall, nor foes affright. Thou knowest how softly on the castle walls, Where mosses creep, and ivies far and free Fling forth their pennants to the freshening breeze, Like God's own benison this sunshine falls. Therefore, O friend, across the sundering seas, Fair Conway sends this sweet wild rose to thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES WRITTEN AT THE GRAVE OF ALEXANDER DUMAS by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT THE ROPEWALK by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ODES I, 9. TO WINTER by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS CLERICAL OPPRESSORS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE DOUBLE STANDARD by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ON GETTING HOME THE PORTRAIT OF A FEMALE CHILD; BY EUGENIO LATILLA by THOMAS CAMPBELL |