NOR few, nor poor in beauty, my resorts In foreign climes, -- nor negligent or dull My observation, but these long-left courts I still find beautiful, most beautiful! And fairly are they more so than before; For to my eye, fresh from a southern land, They wear the colouring of the scenes of yore, And the old Faith that made them here to stand. I paint the very students as they were, Not the men-children of these forward days, But mild-eyed boys just risen from their knees, While, proud as angels of their holy care, Following the symbol-vested priest, they raise The full response of antique litanies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WIND AT THE DOOR by WILLIAM BARNES SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 4 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING WOMEN AND ROSES by ROBERT BROWNING A BALLAD OF THE BOSTON TEA-PARTY [DECEMBER 16, 1773] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES ALASKA by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE IRISH PEASANT TO HIS MISTRESS by THOMAS MOORE |