OH! that from far-away mountains Over the restless waves, Where bubble-enchanted fountains, Rising from jewell'd caves, I could call a fairy bird, Who, whene'er thy voice was heard, Should come to thee, dearest! He should have violet pinions, And a beak of silver white, And should bring from the sun's dominions Eyes that would give thee light. Thou should'st see that he was born In a land of gold and morn, To be thy servant, dearest! Oft should he drop on thy tresses A pearl, or diamond stone, And would yield to thy light caresses Blossoms in Eden grown. Round thy path his wings would shower Now a gem, and now a flower, And dewy odours, dearest! He should fetch from his eastern island The songs that the Peris sing, And when evening is clear and silent, Spells to thy ear would bring, And with his mysterious strain Would entrance thy weary brain, Love's own music, dearest! No Phoenix, alas! will hover, Sent from the morning star; And thou must take of thy lover A gift not brought so far: Wanting bird, and gem, and song, Ah! receive and treasure long A heart that loves thee, dearest! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PSALM OF LIFE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE ANGEL IN THE HOUSE: BOOK 1. CANTO 2. PRELUDE: LOVE AT LARGE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE MAIDEN MELANCHOLY by RAINER MARIA RILKE AGAINST INDIFFERENCE by CHARLES WEBBE SONNET: 11 by RICHARD BARNFIELD VILLANELLE by JOACHIM DU BELLAY THE DAWNING O' THE YEAR by MARY (MAY) ELIZABETH (MCGRATH) BLAKE MATRIMONIAL MELODIES: 4. AMPLE by BERTON BRALEY FAMILIAR EPISTLES ON A SERMON, 'OFFICE & OPERATIONS OF HOLY SPIRIT': 4 by JOHN BYROM |