HOW pleas'd within my native bowers Erewhile I pass'd the day! Was ever scene so deck'd with flowers? Were ever flowers so gay? How sweetly smil'd the hill, the vale, And all the landscape round! The river gliding down the dale! The hill with beeches crown'd! But now, when urg'd by tender woes I speed to meet my dear, That hill and stream my zeal oppose, And check my fond career. No more, since Daphne was my theme, Their wonted charms I see: That verdant hill, and silver stream, Divide my love and me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TRIP TO PARIS AND BELGIUM: 16. ANTWERP TO GHENT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE SHIPS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE GARLAND OF SLEEP by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER THE PILGRIM SOUL by MATHILDE BLIND |