Farewell, ye towering cedars, in whose shade, Lulled by the nightingale, I sunk to rest, While spicy breezes hovered o'er my breast To fan my cheek, in deepening tints arrayed; While amorous insects, humming round me, played, Each flower forsook, of prouder sweets in quest; Of glowing lips, in humid fragrance dressed, That mocked the sunny Hybla's vaunted aid! Farewell, ye limpid rivers! Oh! farewell! No more shall Sappho to your grots repair; No more your white waves to her bosom swell, Or your dank weeds, entwine her floating hair; As erst, when Venus in her sparry cell Wept, to behold a brighter goddess there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIVE TREES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE INNOVATOR by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET YEW-TREES by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |