Stretch'd on a mouldered Abbey's broadest wall, Where ruining ivies propped the ruins steep -- Her folded arms wrapping her tattered pall, Had melancholy mus'd herself to sleep. The fern was press'd beneath her hair, The dark green adder's tongue was there; And still as passed the flagging sea-gale weak, The long lank leaf bowed fluttering o'er her cheek. That pallid cheek was flushed: her eager look Beamed eloquent in slumber! Inly wrought, Imperfect sounds her moving lips forsook, And her bent forehead worked with troubled thought. Strange was the dream -- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHILD ALONE: 3. MY KINGDOM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON MEROPE; A TRAGEDY by MATTHEW ARNOLD WHAT IS THE SPIRIT? by KATHARINE LEE BATES CANTIC. CHAP. 2 by JOSEPH BEAUMONT EPISTLE FROM ONE ABSENT EDITOR TO ANOTHER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD JOSEPH'S REFORM (A TALE OF THE HOT DOG TAVERN) by BERTON BRALEY |