SWEET CALDER! on thy flowery marge When life was young I roamed at large, With heart that owned no care, no charge, Save for my tiny flower-fraught barge Launch'd on the dancing stream. On thy green banks I loved to lie When high the sun and blue the sky— Thy silver waters gushing by— Watching the trout and minnow fry O'er pearly pebbles gleam By fair Rosehall, through greenwood glades, Thou glid'st through rose and hawthorn shades, By hyacinth banks, where Monkland's maids Unbind their dark or golden braids And lave their snowy feet. Oh! many a lone and lovely scene, By Enoch's Hall and holms so green, Within thy winding course is seen, Where, rippling 'neath thy woodland screen, Thy murmuring voice I greet. Here would I dwell in rustic cot, Where primrose tuft and cowslip knot, Fox-glove, and sweet forget-me-not, So richly gem the sylvan spot, And sweetest fragrance shed. Again beneath thy bordering trees I walk, and breathe the scented breeze, 'Mid song of birds and hum of bees, And still the scene each sense can please, Though youth and joy have fled. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BROTHER BENEDICT by ALFRED AUSTIN THE NOSEGAY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE ROAD OF SLEEP by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH EXTEMPORE, ON MR. WILLIAM SMELLIE by ROBERT BURNS OUR FLAG by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR AN ENCOURAGEMENT TO EARNEST AND IMPORTUNATE PRAYER by JOHN BYROM TO MY MISTRESS SITTING BY A RIVER'S SIDE; AN EDDY by THOMAS CAREW |