O NATURE! thou didst rear me for thine own, With thy free singing-birds and mountain brooks; Feeding my thoughts in primrose-haunted nooks, With fairy fantasies and wood-dreams lone; And thou didst teach me every wandering tone Drawn from thy many-whispering tress and waves, And guide my steps to founts and sparry caves And where bright mosses wove thee a rich throne 'Midst the green hills: and now that, far estranged From all sweet sounds and odours of thy breath, Fading I lie, within my heart unchanged, So glows the love of thee, that not for death Seems that pure passion's fervour -- but ordained To meet on brighter shores thy majesty unstained. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO RIDGELY TORRENCE - PLAYWRIGHT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PRECIOUS WORDS by EMILY DICKINSON TWO RIVERS by RALPH WALDO EMERSON TO A CHILD OF QUALITY, FIVE YEARS OLD. THE AUTHOR THAN FORTY by MATTHEW PRIOR BARCAROLE: DE VIGNY by E. G. B. |