O strange sequestered sunny silent land Where fairies exiled from man's haunts, might dwell! Land of the great fern and the heather-bell And larch and pine and beech-bole gnarled and grand And trout-streams brown and lanes of rufous sand And many a deep-green shrouded mystic dell And silver-gleaming lake and mossy fell,— Shall I again within thy borders stand?— Thou hast an inland splendour all thine own. And yet thy tenderest delight to me Was,—not thy soft and deep streams' silver tone, Nor yet the glory of heather-purpled lea,— But that one summit whence far hills were shown, Behind whose green walls lay the grey wild sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOME VERSES UPON THE BURNING OF OUR HOUSE JULY 10, 1666 by ANNE BRADSTREET A FRIEND'S SONG FOR SIMOISIUS by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY THE LOST WAR-SLOOP by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR AT THE CEDARS by DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 54 by PHILIP SIDNEY TO GEORGE CRUIKSHANK, ESQ., ON SEEING HIS PICTURE ... by MATTHEW ARNOLD |