SWEET Auburn! o'er thy rolling slopes The sparkling winter snows are spread; Fast, fast the feathery flakes descend O'er these calm dwellings of the dead; And evening with its thickening glooms, Enshrouds the city of the tombs! Yet ere the latest flame of day Along these devious walks shall fade, Let me across the breezy height Still press, and through each sombrous glade, And commune with this silent crowd, In stony cell and swathing shroud. Twilight enkindles with its blaze White columns, glimmering all around; High soaring obelisks, that throw Their lengthening shadows o'er the ground; And tapering shafts, and gleaming urns Whereon day's latest incense burns. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLACES: 4. EVENING (NAHANT) by SARA TEASDALE TO MY BOOKSELLER by BEN JONSON VERLAINE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON LAMENT OF THE MASTER ERSKINE by ALEXANDER SCOTT (1520-1590) LACHRYMAE MUSARUM (THE DEATH OF TENNYSON) by WILLIAM WATSON SONGS OF LABOR: DEDICATION by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TO A YOUNG MAN ON THE PLATFORM OF A SUBWAY EXPRESS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |