IN the deep hollow of this sheltered dell I hear the rude winds chant their giant staves Far, far beyond me, where in darkening waves The airy seas of cloudland sink or swell. No faint breeze stirs the wild-flower's soundless bell, Here in the quiet vale, whose rivulet laves Banks silent almost as those desert graves, Whereof the worn Zaharan wanderers tell. Oh! thus from out still depths of tranquil doom, My soul beyond her views life's turmoil vast, Hearkening the windy roar and rage of men. Vain to @3her@1 eyes as shades from cloudland cast, And to @3her@1 ears like far-off winds that boom, Heard, but scarce heard, in this Arcadian glen! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PENMAEN POOL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS I SHALL NOT CARE by SARA TEASDALE SONNET: 6 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE LITTLE OLD WOMEN; TO VICTOR HUGO by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE I HAVE SEEN THE STARS AGAIN by PAUL SOUTHWORTH BLISS THE LOST PLEAID by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |