STILL northward is the central mount of Maine, From whose high crown the rugged forests seem Like shaven lawns, and lakes with frequent gleam, "Like broken mirrors," flash back light again. Eastward the sea, with its majestic plain, Endless, of radiant, restless blue, superb With might and music, whether storms perturb Its reckless waves, or halcyon winds that reign, Make it serene as wisdom. Storied Spain Is the next coast, and yet we may not sigh For lands beyond the inexorable main; Our noble scenes have yet no history. All subtler charms than those that feed the eye, Our lives must give them; 'tis an aim austere, But opes new vistas, and a pathway clear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HARRIET BEECHER STOWE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SORROWS OF WERTHER by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY TO SPAIN - A LAST WORD by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS COMRADES by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY WOO NOT THE WORLD by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II THE WISDOM OF MERLYN by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT EPIGRAM ON ONE BORN BLIND, AND SO DEAD by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |