On what sweet banks were thy pure fancies fed, What world of smiling light has been thy home; In what fair land of rainbows wert thou bred, From what green land of cuckoos art thou come? By all that shining wonder in thine eyes, Baffled and vexed I stand before thy smile; Thy thoughts, like angels, guard thee from surprise, We see them not, yet feel them all the while. That smile which, like the sun on everything, Now falls on me with no increased delight, Must either go behind a cloud and bring Death to my hopes or give my love more light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ART OF POETRY; TO CHARLES MORICE by PAUL VERLAINE CHRISTMAS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR GREEN SYMPHONY by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER A SONG OF PROGRESS by ALEXANDER ANDERSON A TOMB BY THE SEA by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS SEASONS by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS SOME ACCOUNT OF A NEW PLAY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM ON THE DEATH OF COMMODORE OLIVER H. PERRY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |