A hilltop sought by every soothing breeze That loves the melody of murmuring boughs, Cool shades, green acreage, and antique house Fronting the ocean and the dawn; than these Old monks built never for the spirit's ease Cloisters more calm -- not Cluny nor Clairvaux; Sweet are the noises from the bay below, And cuckoos calling in the tulip-trees. Here, a yet empty suitor in thy train, Beloved Poesy, great joy was mine To while a listless spell of summer days, Happier than hoarder in each evening's gain, When evenings found me richer by one line, One verse well turned, or serviceable phrase. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DAFT DAYS by ROBERT FERGUSSON THE AKOND [OR, AKHOND] OF SWAT by EDWARD LEAR FOR 'OUR LADY OF THE ROCKS' (BY LEONARDO DA VINCI) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI IN TEMPTATION by CHARLES WESLEY RECOLLECTION by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH SONNET: EGYPT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PENISKEE by THOMAS GOLD APPLETON STANZAS IN THE MEMORY OF EDWARD QUILLINAN, ESQ. by MATTHEW ARNOLD |