FAIR Tajo! thou whose calmly-flowing tide Bathes the fresh verdure of these lovely plains, Enlivening all where'er thy waves may glide, Flowers, herbage, flocks, and sylvan nymphs and swains. Sweet stream! I know not when my steps again Shall tread thy shores; and while to part I mourn, I have no hope to meliorate my pain, No dream that whispers -- I may yet return! My frowning destiny, whose watchful care Forbids me blessings, and ordains despair, Commands me thus to leave thee, and repine: And I must vainly mourn the scenes I fly, And breathe on other gales my plaintive sigh, And blend my tears with other waves than thine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A SQUIRREL AT KYLE-NA-NO by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TIPPERARY: 2. AS THE TRANSLATORS WOULD HAVE INTERLINED IT . . . by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS DARDANELLES by THEODORE AUBANEL CHARACTERS: ELIZABETH RIGBY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A WINTER DAY by ALBERT LINDLEY BEANE ECHOES OF SPRING: 6 by MATHILDE BLIND THE EVENING OF THE YEAR by MATHILDE BLIND RELEASE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 21 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |