THOU, Bavaria's brown-eyed daughter, Art a shape of joy, Standing by the Isar's water With thy brother-boy; In thy dream, with idle fingers Threading through his curls, On thy check the sun's kiss lingers, Rosiest of girls! Woods of glossy oak are ringing With the echoes bland, While thy generous voice is singing Songs of Fatherland, -- Songs, that by the Danube's river Sound on hills of vine, And where waves in green light quiver, Down the rushing Rhine. Life, with all its hues and changes, To thy heart doth lie Like those dreamy Alpine ranges In the southern sky; Where in haze the clefts are hidden, Which the foot should fear, And the crags that fall unbidden Startle not the ear. Where the village maidens gather At the fountain's brim, Or in sunny harvest weather, With the reapers trim; Where the autumn fires are burning On the vintage-hills; Where the mossy wheels are turning In the ancient mills; Where from ruined robber-towers Hangs the ivy's hair, And the crimson foxbell flowers On the crumbling stair: -- Everywhere, without thy presence, Would the sunshine fail, Fairest of the maiden peasants! Flower of Isar's vale! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PHILOSOPHER by EMILY JANE BRONTE EPITAPH ON HIMSELF by MATTHEW PRIOR SONGS OF TRAVEL: 1. THE VAGABOND by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON GOD'S DETERMINATIONS: CHRIST'S REPLY by EDWARD TAYLOR WHEN HELEN LIVED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SELF-COMMUNING by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE SPARROWS SELF-DOMESTICATED IN TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE by VINCENT BOURNE |