I, WANDERING hither listless from afar, Have drunk within this Vale a two days' bliss. Dear were the noises of the tempest's war On the rough beach, and dear the torrent's brawl Thundering on high, and dear the sunset's kiss Flushing the peak of pallid Errigal. Yet, since to lonely men full many a time God seems far off where human love is small, And other vales, through Memory sublime, Await me, and the Sacred Ashes lie By gentler seas beside a tamer shore -- I leave the wild Atlantic's jubilant roar, The scarped cliffs that scowl against the sky, The lough, and barren dales, and mountain hoar, And take farewell of all without a sigh. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOU KNOW WHAT PEOPLE SAY by JAMES GALVIN THE BLACK RUNNER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BEAUTY THAT IS NEVER OLD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE QUARREL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD BOTANICAL GARDENS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS UPLANDS IN MAY by CARL SANDBURG HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 4. THE MORAL by KAREN SWENSON |