THE azure lake is argent now Beneath the pale moonshine: I seek a sign of hope in heaven: Fair Pole-star! thou art mine. A thousand other beacons blaze, I follow thee alone, Beyond the shadowy Jura range, The Jura and the Rhone; Beyond the purpling vineyards trim Of sunny Clos Vougeot; Beyond where Seine's brown waves beneath The Norman orchards go; Till, where the silver waters wash The white-walled northern isle, My heart outruns these laggart limbs To the long-sighed-for smile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO J. D. H. (KILLED AT SURREY C. H., OCTOBER, 1866) by SIDNEY LANIER ON THE RHINE by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: THE PORTRAIT by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON EPIGRAM: HERO AND LEANDER by JOHN DONNE JILTED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE DARK ANGEL by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON |