From Hemlock Mountain's barren crest The roaring gale flies down the west And drifts the snow on Redmount's breast In hollows dark with pine. Full in its path from hill to hill There stands, beside a ruined mill, A lonely house, above whose sill A brace of candles shine. And there an ancient bachelor And maiden sister, full three-score, Sit all forgetful of the roar Of wind and mountain stream; Forgot the wind, forgot the snow, What magic airs about them blow? They read, in wondering voices low, The Midsummer Night's Dream! And, reading, past their frozen hill In charmed woods they range at will And hear the horns of Oberon shrill Above the plunging Tam; -- Yea, long beyond the cock's first crow In dreams they walk where windflowers blow; Late do they dream, and liker grow To Charles and Mary Lamb. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MISSING THE BO IN THE HENHOUSE by HAYDEN CARRUTH BRONX, 1818 by JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE SHUT OUT THAT MOON by THOMAS HARDY COLUMBUS [JANUARY, 1487] by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY THE ARAB TO THE PALM by BAYARD TAYLOR THOSE WHO LOVE by SARA TEASDALE AT TWO-AND-TWENTY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BILL'S LENGTH by ALEXANDER ANDERSON ON THE MARRIAGE OF A BEAUTEOUS YOUNG GENTLEWOMAN WITH AN ANCIENT MAN by FRANCIS BEAUMONT |