WIDE-STRETCHING plains, and mountain-peaks farseen, Sky, air, and winds -- and little ripply waves Of springs, and winding banks the slow stream laves, Tall forests dark, and low-cut coppice green, Groves, vine-clad hills, and blosmy vales between, Buds, flowers, dew-laden grass, deep mossy caves -- All you that heard my songs' low sweet sad staves -- Waters of Loir, woods of my loved Gastine, Since grief of parting wrung me with such pains I could not say "Farewell" to her, alas! Whose I am, near or far, where'er I dwell, I beg of you, sky, air, winds, mountains, plains, Woods, coppice, river-banks, caves, springs, flowers, grass, Hills, valleys, groves, say for me, "Fare thee well." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A RED, RED ROSE by ROBERT BURNS PEACE; A STUDY by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY IN AFTER DAYS; RONDEAU by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON THE WALLS DO NOT FALL: 4 by HILDA DOOLITTLE THE AIM WAS SONG by ROBERT FROST DOROTHY Q; A FAMILY PORTRAIT by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES LOVE LIES BLEEDING by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |