ENOUGH, this glimpse of splendor wed to shame; Enough this gilded misery, this bright woe. Pause, genial wind! that even here dost blow Thy cheerful clarion; and from dust and flame The noonday pest, the night-enshrouded blame, Uplift and bear me where the wild flowers grow By many a golden dell-side sweet and low, Shrined in the sylvan Eden whence I came. O woodland water! O fair-whispering pine! Loved of the dryad none but I have viewed! O dew-lit glen, and lone glade, breathing balm, Receive and bless me, till this tumult rude Merged in your verdant solitudes divine, My soul once more hath found her ancient calm! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIME TO RISE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON A BATTLE BALLAD TO GENERAL J.E. JOHNSTON by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR OF THE LAST VERSES IN THE BOOK by EDMUND WALLER THE TORTURE-CHAMBER AT RATISBON by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |