@3Thou art wearin' awa', Jean, Like snaw when it's thaw, fean; Thou art wearin' awa' To the land o' the leal.@1 -- OLD SONG O the impassable sorrow, mother mine! Of the sweet, mournful air which, clear and well, For me thou singest! Never the divine Mahomedan harper, famous Israfel, Such rich enchanting luxury of woe Elicited from all his golden strings! Therefore, dear singer sad! chant clear, and low, And lovingly, the bard's imaginings. O poet unknown! conning thy verses o'er In lone, dim places, sorrowfully sweet; And O musician! touching the quick core Of pity, when thy skilful closes meet, -- My tears confess your witchery as they flow, Since I, too, @3wear@1 away like the unenduring snow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EFFIGY OF A NUN (SIXTEENTH CENTURY) by SARA TEASDALE OWEN SEAMAN; ESTABLISHES ENTENE CORDIALE IN MANNER GUY WETMORE CARRYL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER BALLAD OF THE LORDS OF OLD TIME by FRANCOIS VILLON THE CAPTIVE LION by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES WYNKEN, BLYNKEN AND NOD by EUGENE FIELD MARTHY VIRGINIA'S HAND [SEPTEMBER 17, 1862] by GEORGE PARSONS LATHROP STEVENSON'S BIRTHDAY by KATHERINE WISE MILLER GATHERING SONG OF DONALD [OR, DONUI DHU] THE BLACK by WALTER SCOTT |