On the low margin of a murmuring stream, As rapt in meditation's arms I lay; Each aching sense in slumbers stole away, While potent fancy formed a soothing dream; O'er the Leucadian deep, a dazzling beam Shed the bland light of empyrean day! But soon transparent shadows veiled each ray, While mystic visions sprang athwart the gleam! Now to the heaving gulf they seemed to bend, And now across the sphery regions glide; Now in mid-air, their dulcet voices blend, "Awake! awake!" the restless phalanx cried, "See ocean yawns the lover's woes to end, Plunge the green wave, and bid thy griefs subside." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY HAPPINESS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON I HAVE SEEN THE SPRING' by SARA TEASDALE NAPEOLON'S FAREWELL; FROM THE FRENCH by GEORGE GORDON BYRON UNTO US A SON IS GIVEN by ALICE MEYNELL THE POET'S SOLILOQUY by E. M. AVERILL |