I wake! delusive phantoms hence, away! Tempt not the weakness of a lover's breast; The softest breeze can shake the halcyon's nest, And lightest clouds o'ercast the dawning ray! 'Twas but a vision! Now, the star of day Peers, like a gem on Etna's burning crest! Welcome, ye hills, with golden vintage dressed; Sicilian forests brown, and valleys gay! A mournful stranger, from the Lesbian Isle, Not strange, in loftiest eulogy of song! She, who could teach the stoic's cheek to smile, Thaw the cold heart, and chain the wondering throng, Can find no balm, love's sorrows to beguile; Ah! Sorrows known too soon! and felt too long! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW'S MY BOY? by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL THE DESERTED PLANTATION by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR CRITICS AND CONNOISSEURS by MARIANNE MOORE AN ESSAY ON CRITICISM by ALEXANDER POPE A MASQUE OF DEAD QUEENS by STANLEY E. BABB DELIVERANCE by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB VALEDICTORY; THE SCHOLAR TO THE ASHES OF HIS LIBRARY by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |