SPEAK of the North! A lonely moor Silent and dark and trackless swells, The waves of some wild streamlet pour Hurriedly through its ferny dells. Profoundly still the twilight air, Lifeless the landscape; so we deem, Till like a phantom gliding near A stag bends down to drink the stream. And far away a mountain zone, A cold, white waste of snow-drifts lies, And one star, large and soft and lone, Silently lights the unclouded skies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE DESPONDING SOUL'S WISH by JOHN BYROM DEAD LOVE by MARY MATHEWS ADAMS TRENCH RAID NEAR HOOGE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE UNRETURNING by BLISS CARMAN BLANK MISGIVINGS OF A CREATURE MOVING ABOUT IN WORLDS NOT REALIZED: 6 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |