THAT fair young land which gave me birth is dead! Lost as a fallen star that quivering dies Down the pale pathway of autumnal skies, A vague faint radiance flickering where it fled; All she hath wrought, all she hath planned or said, Her golden eloquence, her high emprise Wrecked, on the languid shore of Lethe lies, While cold Oblivion veils her piteous head: O mother! loved and loveliest! debonair As some brave queen of antique chivalries. Thy beauty's blasted like thy desolate coasts; -- Where now thy lustrous form, thy shining hair? Where thy bright presence, thine imperial eyes? Lost in dim shadows of the realm of Ghosts! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER by JOHN CROWE RANSOM VERSES TO HER ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUCHESS OF YORK by JOHN DRYDEN VIRTUE [OR, VERTUE] by GEORGE HERBERT THE CROWING OF THE RED COCK by EMMA LAZARUS THOUGHT OF A BRITON ON THE SUBJUGATION OF SWITZERLAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH CIGARS AND BEER by GEORGE ARNOLD ENVOI: DEATH (1) by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |