WHILE the blue is richest In the starry sky, While the softest shadows On the greensward lie, While the moonlight slumbers In the lily's urn, Bright elves of the wild-wood! Oh! return, return! Round the forest-fountain, On the river-shore, Let your silvery laughter Echo yet once more; While the joyous bounding Of your dewy feet Rings to that old chorus -- "The daisy is so sweet!" Oberon! Titania! Did your starlight mirth With the song of Avon Quit this work-day earth? Yet, while green leaves glisten, And while bright stars burn, By that magic memory, Oh! return, return! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FORSAKEN MERMAN by MATTHEW ARNOLD HYMNS OF THE MARSHES: THE MARSHES OF GLYNN by SIDNEY LANIER THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 3. THE GRAVE BY THE LAKE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER IMPROMPTU ON CHARLES II (2) by JOHN WILMOT TO H. M. by FRANCIS BARNARD (20TH CENTURY) |