Lord of Elbe, on Elbe hill The mist is thick and the wind is chill; And the heart of thy friend from the dawning of day Has sighed for sorrow that thou wert away. Lord of Elbe, how pleasent to me The sound of thy blithesome step would be, Rustling the heath that only now Moans as the night gusts over it blow. Bright are the fires in thy noble home; I see them far off, and it deepens the gloom; Shining like stars through the high forest boughs, Gladder they grow in the park's repose. O Alexander! when I return, Warm as those hearths thy heart would burn; Light as thine own my step would fall, If I might hear thy voice in the hall. But thou art now on the desolate sea, Thinking of Gondal and grieving for me; Longing to be in sweet Elbe again, Thinking and grieving and longing in vain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BIRTHDAY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER LONGING FOR HEAVEN by ANNE BRADSTREET ASSUNPINK AND PRINCETON [JANUARY 3, 1777] by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH FULFILLMENT by ROBERT MALISE BOWYER NICHOLS ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 63 by PHILIP SIDNEY TO A FRIEND WHOSE WORK HAS COME TO NOTHING by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE MALLARDS PASS UNHARMED by LAURA FRANCES ALEXANDER |