OH thou! the guardian of each floweret pale That decks thy lonely brim; whether thy car Hoarse murmuring from afar, Foams down the dark and solitary vale; Or through yon meads thy peaceful current roves, Where, mid the pendent umbrage pleased to stray, Thou shunn'st the noontide ray Which gilds the' encircling majesty of groves; Hail, holy sire! whilst keen remorse corrodes, Sicken'd with pleasure's pangs, this aching heart, Thy freshening streams impart; And take, oh, take me to thy bless'd abodes! But if led on by Heaven's decree to' explore The depths and shoals of fortune, once again I trust the faithless main, Torn from thy desert caves and solemn roar; Give me at length, from storms secure, and woes Of latest age, to lose the silent hours, And in thy awful bowers Enshroud me, far from men, in deep repose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEA GODS: 1 by HILDA DOOLITTLE THE KANSAS EMIGRANTS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: MOURNER'S CONSOLED by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES TO SARAH, COUNTESS OF JERSEY, ON HER BIRTHDAY by GEORGE CRABBE TEMPTATION by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY |