Up, my jewel! let's away There where none but young love lingers; Bells are ringing folks to pray, But ours are older bells and ringers, Where the stream's broken gleams Glance through tresses of green willow, Fishes glide, and beside Flowers laugh, blue, white and yellow. On this bridge 'tis good to lean, Cooling care with the dance and dripple, Nor do you your lovelight screen But outgleam the dimpling ripple: Minim waves, nutshell caves, Cataracts over pebbles hurling, To whose falls on the walls Myriad mimic suns go twirling! But what dying dying fall, What low ebbing syllables Hear I now? what ghosts recall Their shadowing piteous chronicles? O my dear! this pale fear -- Sun so cold, so dark! O never -- My life stream's broken gleams Stolen into the gulf for ever! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN INDIGNATION DINNER by JAMES DAVID CORROTHERS ON SIR PALMES FAIRBORNE'S TOMB, IN WESTERMINSTER ABBEY by JOHN DRYDEN TO WORDSWORTH by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY SONNET TO HOPE by HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS SORCERY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH INVITATION TO A PAINTER: 2 by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE MESSIAH by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD THE LAST MAN: ANTICIPATION OF EVIL TIDINGS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |