Here let us rest, while with meridian blaze The sun rides glorious 'mid the cloudless sky, While o'er the lake no cooling Zephyrs fly, But on the liquid glass we dazzled gaze, And fainting ask for shade: lo! where his nest The bird of Jove has fixed: the lofty brow, With arbutus and fragrant wild shrubs dressed, Impendent frowns, nor will approach allow: Here the soft turf invites; here magic sounds Celestially respondent shall enchant, While Melody from you steep wood rebounds In thrilling cadence sweet. Sure, life can grant No brighter hours than this; and memory oft Shall paint this happiest scene with pencil soft. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 5. THE DANCING GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO -, WITH A ROSE by SIDNEY LANIER THE CRESCENT MOON by AMY LOWELL SORROWING LOVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD BOOTH'S PHILIPPI by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALFRED MOIR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |