Above the plain upon the mountain crest, Far from the ways of men, thy waters rest; Pure as the cloudless sky, we find no trace In the calm beauty of thy placid face Of those wild bursts whose giant rage was spent On the storm-twisted oaks and rude rocks lightning rent. Enchanted lake! The nooks and tiny caves That stud the blooming banks thy water laves Are fairy haunts, and quickening eyes may see These legions, joined in elfin revelry; While o'er the scene the smiling spirits nod As Mother Earth uplifts this chalice to her God. Thou gem of wondrous beauty! What to thee Are all the jewelled toys of majesty! When thy clear sunlit depths and wavelets bright Flash on our gaze their overwhelming light, We deem thou art a mighty emerald set By the great Artist's hand in Nature's coronet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOPEFULLY WAITING by ANSON DAVIES FITZ RANDOLPH THE LADY'S DRESSING ROOM by JONATHAN SWIFT LOST ART by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS THE ROSEBUSH AND THE TRINITY by ALFRED BARRETT |