OH! that I were a fairy sprite to wander In forest paths, o'erarch'd with oak and beech; Where the sun's yellow light, in slanting rays, Sleeps on the dewy moss; what time the breath Of early morn stirs the white hawthorn boughs, And fills the air with showers of snowy blossoms. Or lie at sunset mid the purple heather, Listening the silver music that rings out From the pale mountain bells, sway'd by the wind. Or sit in rocky clefts above the sea, While one by one the evening stars shine forth Among the gathering clouds, that strew the heavens Like floating purple wreaths of mournful night-shade! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LETTER TO A POLICEMAN IN KANSAS CITY by KENNETH PATCHEN TO MY INCONSTANT MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW PICTURES FROM APPLEDORE: 3 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE POSY RING by CLEMENT MAROT WITCH-WIFE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL by PUBLIUS AELIUS HADRIANUS THE OWL (1) by ALFRED TENNYSON INSTRUCTIONS, SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN IN PARIS, FOR THE MOB IN ENGLAND by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK |