Deep inundation floods my pleasant plain, Blotting the ordered fields from hill to hill; The green heights lie like emeralds fall'n at will, The gold links broken that once bound the chain. Now foul, black clouds my sunny heaven stain, With here and there a rift the blue depths fill. What areas of darkness, cold and still, Lie, trackless, 'twixt the bright stars of the Wain! A barren desolation drowns my days: Mere scattered peaks of time I now behold Which mischief Love has named -- Rare sights of thee. Since, then, my life so little land displays, Appear, I pray, as Thetis might of old, And stay this swift encroachment of the sea. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EPITAPH, INTENDED FOR HIMSELF by JAMES BEATTIE CARRION COMFORT by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE WIND SUFFERS by LAURA RIDING THE MAN IN THE MOON by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY WINTER SLEEP by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS |