Far off in the sea is Marlena, A land of shades and streams, A land of many delights. Dark and bold, thy shores, Marlena; But green, and timorous, thy soft knolls, Crouching behind the woodlands. All shady thy hills; all gleaming thy springs, Like eyes in the earth looking at you. How charming thy haunts, Marlena! -- Oh, the waters that flow through Onimoo: Oh, the leaves that rustle through Ponoo: Oh, the roses that blossom in Tarma. Come, and see the valley of Vina: How sweet, how sweet, the Isles from Hina: 'Tis aye afternoon of the full, full moon, And ever the season of fruit, And ever the hour of flowers, And never the time of rains and gales, All in and about Marlena. Soft sigh the boughs in the stilly air, Soft lap the beach the billows there; And in the woods or by the streams, You needs must nod in the Land of Dreams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 1. VIETNAM by KAREN SWENSON JOHN KEATS (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON WHERE GO THE BOATS? by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON GULLS by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE OLD SERGEANT by BYRON FORCEYTHE WILLSON LILIES: 10. SOUL-PAIN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) AVELINGLAS by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |