CALL me no more, O gentle stream, To wander through thy sunny dream, No more to lean at twilight cool Above thy weir and glimmering pool. Surely I know thy hoary dawns, The silver crisp on all thy lawns, The softly swirling undersong That rocks thy reeds the winter long. Surely I know the joys that ring Through the green deeps of leafy spring; I know the elfin cups and domes That are their small and secret homes. Yet is the light for ever lost That daily once thy meadows crossed, The voice no more by thee is heard That matched the song of stream and bird. Call me no more!—thy waters roll Here, in the world that is my soul, And here, though Earth be drowned in night, Old love shall dwell with old delight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTLEY: MUSIC by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE ENGLAND IN 1819 by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE LAMENTATION OF DANAE by SIMONIDES OF CEOS PSALM 25. AD TE DOMINE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE LINES WRITTEN IMMEDIATELY AFTER PARTING FROM A LADY by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES THE POETRESS'S PETITION by MARGARET LUCAS CAVENDISH THE VIRGIN OF ALBERT (NOTRE DAME DE BREBIERES) by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE |