KNOW'ST thou the land where bloom the citron bowers, Where the gold-orange lights the dusky grove? High waves the laurel there, the myrtle flowers, And through a still blue heaven the sweet winds rove. Know'st thou it well? There, there with thee, O friend! O loved one! fain my steps would flee. Know'st thou the dwelling? There the pillars rise, Soft shines the hall, the painted chambers glow; And forms of marble seem with pitying eyes To say -- "Poor child, what thus hath wrought thee woe?" Know'st thou it well? There, there with thee, O my protector! homewards might I flee! Know'st thou the mountain? High its bridge is hung, Where the mule seeks through mist and cloud his way; There lurk the dragon-race, deep caves among; O'er beetling rocks there foams the torrent-spray. Know'st thou it well? With thee, with thee, I here lies my path, O father! let us flee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NIGHTINGALE by PHILIP SIDNEY SHEEP AND LAMBS by KATHARINE TYNAN THE SPIRIT AND THE CUP by A. E. ANDERSON DECEMBER by ELIZABETH V. AUVACHE LIFE'S PATTERN by VERDA BORISFIELD THE FARMERS OUTLAW WEEDS by VINCENT GODFREY BURNS LINES SUGGESTED BY THE FOURTEENTH OF FEBRUARY (2) by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY |