THE calm of evening o'er the dark pine-wood Lay with an aureate glow, as we explored Thy classic precincts, hallow'd Abbotsford! And at thy porch in admiration stood: We felt thou wert the work, th' abode of Him Whose fame hath shed a lustre on our age, The mightiest of the mighty!—o'er whose page Thousands shall hang, until Time's eye grow dim; And then we thought, when shall have pass'd away The millions now pursuing life's career, And Scott himself is dust, how, lingering here, Pilgrims from all the lands of earth shall stray Amid thy cherish'd ruins, and survey The scenes around, with reverential fear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AMERICAN FLAG by JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 27. HEART'S COMPASS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TO HIM THAT WAS CRUCIFIED by WALT WHITMAN VALERIAN by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 27 by THOMAS CAMPION |