SINCE first I saw your mountains long ago, Dark behind Conway's or Carnarvon's hold, I have watched the Alps put on their evening gold, And morning kindle peaks of Afric snow; I have crossed Niagara's flood and Delaware's flow, And loitered 'midst Italian vinelands old, And visited isles which the far deeps enfold, Where Spain is ashes and a sunset-glow. But lovely as in youth are yet to me Mona's bleak fields and Glaslyn's torrent wave; And dearer now than ever their wild charm, When hardy Wales pours forth her children free, Hungering to aid her ancient Conqueror's arm Lest Freedom's self reel to a blood-red grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MADISON CAWEIN by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON GOD OF PROGRESS by ALICE GILL BENTON FATHERHOOD by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN IF YOU PLAY A GAME OF CHANCE by WILLIAM BLAKE ASCENSION OF A CITY FOG by FRANCES COFFIN BOAZ BIRTH by MARY CATHERINE BRENNAN |