O ARRANMORE, loved Arranmore, How oft I dream of thee, And of those days when by thy shore I wandered young and free! Full many a path I've tried since then, Through pleasure's flowery maze, But ne'er could find the bliss again I felt in those sweet days. How blithe upon the breezy cliffs At sunny morn I've stood, With heart as bounding as the skiffs That danced along the flood! Or when the western wave grew bright With daylight's parting wing, Have sought that Eden in its light Which dreaming poets sing, -- That Eden where the immortal brave Dwell in a land serene, Whose bowers beyond the shining wave, At sunset, oft are seen; Ah, dream, too full of saddening truth! Those mansions o'er the main Are like the hopes I built in youth, -- As sunny and as vain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RUINES OF ROME by JOACHIM DU BELLAY IDYLL 1. LAMENT FOR ADONIS by BION ON THE RESURRECTION OF CHRIST by WILLIAM DUNBAR THE LAST WORD OF A BLUEBIRD; AS TOLD TO A CHILD by ROBERT FROST ZOLA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SPANISH SPRING by JEAN D. ARMSTRONG ON THE RHINE by MATTHEW ARNOLD |