WHEN life is crazy in my limbs, And hope is gone astray, And in my soul's December fade The love-thoughts of its May, One spot of earth is left to me Will warm my heart again: 'Tis Caudebec and Mailleraie On the pleasant banks of Seine. The dark wood's crownal on the hill, The river curving bright, The graceful barks that rest, or play, Pure creatures of delight, -- Oh, these are shows by nature given To warm old hearts again, At Caudebec and Mailleraie On the pleasant banks of Seine. The Tuscan's land, I loved it well, And the Switzer's clime of snow, And many a bliss me there befell I never more can know: But for quiet joy of nature's own To warm the heart again, Give me Caudebec and Mailleraie On the pleasant banks of Seine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROAST BEEF OF OLD ENGLAND by HENRY FIELDING IN HOSPITAL: 2. WAITING by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY LINES by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS I SHALL BE SATISFIED by MARTIN BEHEMB A.G.A.V. by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN DRINKING SONG by NICOLAS BOILEAU-DESPREAUX |