THINE eyes shall see the light of distant skies: Yet, COLE! thy heart shall bear to Europe's strand A living image of thy native land, Such as on thy own glorious canvass lies. Lone lakes -- savannas where the bison roves -- Rocks rich with summer garlands -- solemn streams -- Skies, where the desert eagle wheels and screams -- Spring bloom and autumn blaze of boundless groves. Fair scenes shall greet thee where thou goest -- fair, But different -- everywhere the trace of men, Paths, homes, graves, ruins, from the lowest glen To where life shrinks from the fierce Alpine air. Gaze on them, till the tears shall dim thy sight, But keep that earlier, wilder image bright. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SIDNEY GODOLPHIN by CLINTON SCOLLARD NORTHERN FARMER, OLD STYLE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE ASYLUM by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PEACE QUATRAIN by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 29 by THOMAS CAMPION |