@3"Far up among the mountains, Where rivers leave their fountains, And happy birds send forth their merry thrills; There dwells a little poet, Though few there be who know it, Whose voice is an echo from the hills.@1 @3"You may not like her station, For she is not Caucasian, Yet God with music touched the singer's heart; And thoughts in liquid measure Doth flow out like a treasure, To charm us with the poet's mystic art."@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FORSAKEN MERMAN by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE WITCH by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE A FAREWELL TO FOLLY: CONTENT by ROBERT GREENE THE DEATH OF LYON by HENRY PETERSON ON THE DEATH OF A CAT by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TO MY READERS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON AUTUMN by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA BETRAYED by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS THE MERCHANT OF VENICE; A LEGEND OF ITALY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |