Thro' what new world, this happy hour, What wild romance, what faery bower. Are Nelly's fancies flown? The dreamy eyes, the eager mind, Of all imagined homes shall find None sweeter than her own. The best is truest; that was best When Nelly, heart and soul at rest. Knelt at the vesper-prayer No poet's dream, methought, could shed O'er that unconscious childly head So high a light and fair. For innocence is Eden still Round the pure heart, the loving will. Heaven's hosts encamped abide; A Presence that I may not name Thro' souls unknowing guilt or shame Walks in the eventide. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIRAM POWERS' GREEK SLAVE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE STATUE AND THE BUST by ROBERT BROWNING DEATH AND DOCTOR HORNBOOK; A TRUE STORY by ROBERT BURNS HIPPOLYTUS TEMPORIZES by HILDA DOOLITTLE THE HILL WIFE: THE SMILE by ROBERT FROST DEATH STANDS ABOVE ME by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 8 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |