KNOWS'T thou the land where citron-flowers unfold? Through dusky foliage gleams the orange-gold; Soft breezes float beneath the dark-blue sky; The myrtle sleeps, the laurel shoots on high? Thither -- that land dost thou not know? Would I with thee, O my Beloved, go! Know'st thou the house, its roof on pillars fair? The long hall shines, the chambers glimmer there; And marble statues stand and gaze on me: Poor child, they say, what ill was done to thee? Thither -- that house dost thou not know? Would I with thee, O my Protector, go. Know'st thou the mountain? Through the cloud it soars; In rolling mist the mule his path ex plores; The ancient dragons haunt its caverns deep, And o'er the crashing rock the torrents leap? Thither -- the hills dost thou not know? Our pathway leads: O Father, let us go! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 31. HER GIFTS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE MOON by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON STANZAS, ON THE DEATH OF LIEUT. P. by BERNARD BARTON SONNET: TO A CRITIC by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PSALM 120 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |