"Through groves sequestered, dark and still, Low vales and mossy cells among, In silent paths the careless rill, With languid murmurs, steals along: Awhile it plays with circling sweep, And lingering leaves its native plain, Then pours impetuous down the steep, And mingles with the boundless main. O let my years thus devious glide, Through silent scenes obscurely calm, Nor wealth nor strife pollute the tide, Nor honour's sanguinary palm. When labour tires, and pleasure palls, Still let the stream untroubled be, As down the steep of age it falls, And mingles with eternity." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REGARDING CHAINSAWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH SPRING NOTES FROM ROBIN HILL by HAYDEN CARRUTH GEOMETRY IS THE MIND OF GOD by JAMES GALVIN THE MAN TO BE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE BURIAL OF BOSTON CORBETT (ONE WARDEN TO ANOTHER) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LITTLE PEOPLES by CLAUDE MCKAY ELEGY: THE LITTLE GHOST WHO DIED FOR LOVE; FOR ALLANAH HARPER by EDITH SITWELL |