Clear Anker, on whose silver-sanded shore My soul-shrin'd saint, my fair Idea, lies, O blessed brook, whose milk-white swans adore The crystal stream refined by her eyes, Where sweet myrrh-breathing Zephyr in the Spring Gently distils his nectar-dropping showers, Where nightingales in Arden sit and sing Among the dainty dew-impearled flowers; Say thus, fair Brook, when thou shalt see thy Queen, "Lo, here thy shepherd spent his wand'ring years, And in these shades, dear nymph, he oft hath been, And here to thee he sacrific'd his tears." Fair Arden, thou my Tempe art alone, And thou, sweet Anker, art my Helicon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER by JOHN KEATS THE DARK HILLS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON AN ELEGIE, OR FRIENDS PASSION, FOR HIS ASTROPHILL by MATTHEW ROYDEN FAREWELL OF A VIRGINIA SLAVE MOTHER TO HER DAUGHTERS SOLD INTO BONDAGE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER IN THE OLD SOUTH CHURCH; 1677 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER LONDON, 1802 (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH LOVE: AN ELEGY by MARK AKENSIDE A CHRISTMAS CAMP ON THE SAN GABR'EL by AMELIA EDITH HUDDLESTON BARR |