FAIR Roslin Chapel, how divine The art that reared thy costly shrine! Thy carven columns must have grown By magic, like a dream in stone. Yet not within thy storied wall Would I in adoration fall, So gladly as within the glen That leads to lovely Hawthornden: A long-drawn aisle, with roof of green And vine-clad pillars, while between The Esk runs murmuring on its way, In living music, night and day. Within the temple of this wood The martyrs of the covenant stood, And rolled the psalm, and poured the prayer, From Nature's solemn altar-stair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SECOND COMING by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS IN THE FOREST by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS THE SECOND BROTHER; ACT 2, SCENE 1 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SONG by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN BLESSED ARE THEY THAT HAVE NOT SEEN! by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH MY AUNT'S SPECTRE by EDWARD JAMES MORTIMER COLLINS |