ON song's exulting pinion I'll bear thee, my sweetheart fair, Where Ganges holds his dominion, -- The sweetest of spots know I there. There a red blooming garden is lying In the moonlight silent and clear; The lotos flowers are sighing For their sister so pretty and dear The violets prattle and titter, And gaze on the stars high above The roses mysteriously twitter Their fragrant stories of love. The gazelles so gentle and clever Skip lightly in frolicsome mood And in the distance roars ever The holy river's loud flood. And there, while joyously sinking Beneath the palm by the stream, And love and repose while drinking Of blissful visions we'll dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE RUSH OF THE OREGON by ARTHUR GUITERMAN THE LIVING TEMPLE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES ON THE PORTRAIT OF SHAKESPEARE by BEN JONSON NEW ENGLAND'S DEAD! by ISAAC MCLELLAN JR. FOR THOSE AT SEA; HYMN by WILLIAM WHITING THE SHOEMAKERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |