OH! thou visionary Queen, I love thy wild and fairy scene, Bid for me thy landscape glow; To thee my first effusions flow. I court the dreams that banish care, And hail thy palace of the air. Oh! bless thy youthful poet's hours, And let me cull thy sweetest flowers. Ever can thy magic please, And give to care a transient ease. View the poor man toiling hard, Of the joys of life debarred, Thy power his lovely dream will bless, In thy brightest rainbow dress; With flattering pleasure, round him smile, In soft enchantment for a while. Thy dear illusions melt away; Ye heavenly visions, why decay, Oh! thou visionary maid, Formed to brighten life's dark shade, Let me soar with thee on high, To realms of immortality! Hope, thy sister, airy queen, Forms with thee her lovely scene. "Oh! thou visionary maid," Lend my soul thy magic aid, To cheer with rainbows every shade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOROTHY DANCES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER BURIAL OF MOSES by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER THE FLY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE WINTER EVENING by ARCHIBALD LAMPMAN ON THE BIRTH OF HIS SON by SU SHIH ON THOSE THAT HATED 'THE PLAYBOY OF THE WESTERN WORLD' by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE SECOND COVENANT by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |