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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MADEIRA, by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS Poet's Biography First Line: How strangely on that haunted morn Last Line: Too vanishing for joy. Alternate Author Name(s): Myers, Frederic Subject(s): Madeira (island) | |||
How strangely on that haunted morn Was from the West a vision born, Madeira from the blue! Sweet Heavens! how fairy-like and fair Those headlands shaped themselves in air, That magic mountain grew! I clomb the hills; but where was gone The illusion and the joy thereon, The glamour and the gleam? My nameless need I hardly wist, And missing knew not what I missed, Bewildered in a dream. And then I found her; ah, and then On amethystine glade and glen The soft light shone anew; On windless labyrinths of pine, Seaward, and past the grey sea-line, To isles beyond the view. 'Twas something pensive, 'twas a sense Of solitude, of innocence, Of bliss that once had been;— Interpretress of earth and skies, She looked with visionary eyes The Spirit of the scene. Oh not again, oh never more I must assail the enchanted shore, Nor these regrets destroy, Which still my hidden heart possess With dreams too dear for mournfulness, Too vanishing for joy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DISCOVERY OF MADEIRA by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES TO A LADY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH DISCOVERY OF THE MADEIRAS; A RHYME OF HACKLUYT by ROBERT FROST ON A GRAVE AT GRINDELWALD by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS SAINT PAUL: 1 by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS SIMMENTHAL by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS I AM TIRED OF ALL THE YEARS CAN GIVE by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS I KNEW A MAN IN EARLY DAYS by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS I SAW, I SAW THE LOVELY CHILD by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS I WAILED AS ONE WHO SCARCE CAN BE FORGIVEN by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS IN DREAMS THE HEART IS WAKING by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS |
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