THOU windest not through scenery which enchants The gazer's eye with much of grand or fair; Yet on thy margin many a wandering pair Have found that peaceful pleasure nature grants To those who seek her in her humbler haunts, And love and prize them, because she is there: May I then, now the setting sunbeam slants Upon thy bosom, in those pleasures share? Thanks unto Nature, she hath left me yet Some of those better feelings which were born In childhood: may their influence never set; But may it be as gradually withdrawn, As yon sun's beams from thee; chiding regret By the bright promise of a cloudless morn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A MOUNTAIN DAISY by ROBERT BURNS THE SAD SONG, FR. THE CAPTAIN by JOHN FLETCHER REMEMBER by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI AUTUMN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ROUNDEL FOR THESE TIMES by ADELIA DOOLITTLE BAUER |