IF spangled fields should lose their every flower, And woods their leaves; If heaven should lose the stars that are its dower, The sea its waves, A palace proud, the glory of its king, Its pearl, a ring, These would be like to France, that now has lost Your beauty bright, Her flower, her precious pearl, her glory and boast, Her star, her light. . . . Scotland, I would that thou like Delos free Couldst wander far Nor e'er behold thy bright Queen from the sea Rise like a star; Till wearied with pursuit, she seek again Her own Touraine. Then should my lips o'erflow with songs, my tongue Thrill with her praise, Till like the swan my sweetest notes were sung To end my days. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALL IS VANITY, SAITH THE PREACHER' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON EPIGRAM: HERO AND LEANDER by JOHN DONNE LAMENT FOR FLODDEN [FIELD] by JEAN ELLIOT (1727-1805) JOHN MAYNARD by HORATIO ALGER JR. THE LITTLE REBEL by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY PSALM 1; DONE INTO VERSE 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ON READING OF THE DEATH OF THOMAS WOLFE by MARION LOUISE BLISS |