On the edge of the world my islands lie, Under the sun-steeped sky, And their waving palms Are bounteous alms To the soul-spent passer-by. On the edge of the world my islands dream, Under the tender gleam Of moon and star That beckon far From worlds that only seem. On the edge of the world my islands sleep In a slumber soft and deep. What should they know Of a world of woe And myriad men who weep? On the edge of the world my islands wake, And their languid sleep forsake. They long to live, Their all to give, And the work of the world partake. On the edge of the world, dear islands, stay, Far from the clamorous day. Content with calm, Hold peace and balm, Be Isles of the Blest for aye! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPANISH FRIAR: 1-3. LOVE'S DESPAIR by JOHN DRYDEN ON THE UNIVERSITY CARRIER by JOHN MILTON SONNET: AT STRATFORD-UPON-AVON by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ALPINE SPIRIT'S SONG by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES ON THE TRAIN by RUTH NOEL BENNETT EPITAPH: JOHN TROT by WILLIAM BLAKE |