STRANGER! the man of nature lies not here: Inshrined far distant by his rival's side His relics rest, there by the giddy throng With blind idolatry alike revered! Wiselier directed have thy pilgrim feet Explored the scenes of Ermonville. Rousseau Loved these calm haunts of solitude and peace; Here he has heard the murmurs of the lake, And the soft rustling of the poplar grove, When o'er their bending boughs the passing wind Swept a grey shade. Here, if thy breast be full, If in thine eye the tear devout should gush, His spirit shall behold thee, to thine home From hence returning purified of heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A TERNARIE OF LITTLES, UPON A PIPKIN OF JELLIE by ROBERT HERRICK SONG, FR. MEASURE FOR MEASURE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE BENEDICITE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TO MADEMOISELLE by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |