With many a pause and oft reverted eye I climb the Coomb's ascent: sweet songsters near Warble in shade their wild-wood melody: Far off the unvarying Cuckoo soothes my ear. Up scour the startling stragglers of the Flock That on green plots o'er precipices browse: From the deep fissures of the naked rock The Yew tree bursts! Beneath its dark green boughs (Mid which the May-thorn blends its blossoms white) Where broad smooth stones jut out in mossy seats, I rest: -- and now have gained the topmost site. Ah! what a luxury of landscape meets My gaze! Proud towers, and cots more dear to me, Elm-shadow'd fields, and prospect-bounding sea! Deep sighs my lonely heart: I drop the tear: Enchanting spot! O were my Sara here! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEARS IN SLEEP by LOUISE BOGAN YUSSOUF by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL PENETRALIA by ELFRIDA DE RENNE BARROW TO ONE IN A GARDEN by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LEGEND OF WAUKULLA (1513) by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 2 by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. IN AN OLD QUARRY by EDWARD CARPENTER |