Sweet upland, to whose walks with fond repair Out of thy western slope I took my rise Day after day, and on these feverish eyes Met the moist fingers of the bathing air, -- If health, unearned of thee, I may not share, Keep it, I pray thee, where my memory lies, In thy green lanes, brown dells, and breezy skies, Till I return, and find thee doubly fair. Wait then my coming, on that lightsome land, Health, and the joy that out of nature springs, And freedom's air-blown locks: -- but stay with me, Friendship, frank entering with the cordial hand, And honor, and the Muse with growing wings, And love domestic, smiling equably. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEY PRAISE THE SUN by JOHN CROWE RANSOM TO MR. S.T. COLERIDGE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE CASTLE OF CHILLON by LETITIA ELIZABETH LANDON CITY ROOFS by CHARLES HANSON TOWNE DESCRIBES THE PLACE WHERE CYNTHIA IS SPORTING HERSELF by PHILIP AYRES ISLE OF BEAUTY by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY TO ELIZABETH by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |