O WOULD that in some wild and winding glen Where human footstep ne'er did penetrate, And from the haunts of base and selfish men Remote, in dreamy loneness situate, I had my dwelling: and within my ken Nature desporting in fantastic form -- Asleep in green repose, and thundering in the storm! Then mine should be a life of deep delight, -- Rare undulations of ecstatic musing; Thoughts calm, yet ever-varying, stream bedight With flowers immortal of quick Fancy's choosing -- And like unto the ray of tremulous light, Blent by the pale moon with the entranced water, I'd wed thee, Solitude, dear Nature's first-born daughter! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO BE LIKED BY YOU WOULD BE A CALAMITY by MARIANNE MOORE ENGLAND (2) by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE DESERT NIGHT by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS PROMETHEUS BOUND: PROMETHEUS IN THE EARTHQUAKE by AESCHYLUS THE DANUBE RIVER by C. HAMILTON AIDE THE FUTURE SPEAKS by LOUIS KAUFMAN ANSPACHER |