Deep inundation floods my pleasant plain, Blotting the ordered fields from hill to hill; The green heights lie like emeralds fall'n at will, The gold links broken that once bound the chain. Now foul, black clouds my sunny heaven stain, With here and there a rift the blue depths fill. What areas of darkness, cold and still, Lie, trackless, 'twixt the bright stars of the Wain! A barren desolation drowns my days: Mere scattered peaks of time I now behold Which mischief Love has named -- Rare sights of thee. Since, then, my life so little land displays, Appear, I pray, as Thetis might of old, And stay this swift encroachment of the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT AILS THIS HEART O'MINE? by SUSANNA BLAMIRE TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE REV. GILBERT WAKEFIELD by LUCY AIKEN ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 10. TO THOMAS EDWARDS, ON ... POPE'S WORKS by MARK AKENSIDE TO LABOR by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 20. ELEGIAC VRSE: THE THIRD EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION TO HIS MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW LINES FROM A NOTEBOOK - APRIL 1805 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |