Ah, dost thou know the land where citron grows, In sombre leaves the golden orange glows, A gentle wind blows from the azure sky, Calm myrtle, fragrant laurel bloom on high? Ah, dost thou know it? There, oh there! With thee, my dear one, how I long to fare! Ah, dost thou know the house? The pillars white Uphold the roof, the halls are glistening bright, And marble statues seem to gaze at me: Thou poorest child, what have they done to thee? Ah, dost thou know it? There, oh there! With thee, oh my protector, I would fare! Ah, dost thou know the mountain's cloudy ways? The mule there seeks a path within the haze. The broods of ancient dragons haunt the caves, The rock breaks down and over it the waves. Ah, dost thou know it? There, oh there! Our way must go, my father, let us fare! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY COMFORTER by EMILY JANE BRONTE BACON'S EPITAPH, MADE BY HIS MAN by JOHN COTTON (1640-1699) THE POOL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A NET TO SNARE THE MOONLIGHT by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 9. GOING TO THE FAIR by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM A DESCRIPTION OF LONDON by JOHN BANCKS THE MOTHER'S LAMENT by BERNARD BARTON URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE FOURTH CANTO, OR LAST QUARTER by WILLIAM BASSE |