CALM on the breast of Loch Maree A little isle reposes; A shadow woven of the oak And willow o'er it closes. Within, a Druid's mound is seen, Set round with stony warders; A fountain, gushing through the turf, Flows o'er its grassy borders. And whoso bathes therein his brow, With care or madness burning, Feels once again his healthful thought And sense of peace returning. O restless heart and fevered brain, Unquiet and unstable, That holy well of Loch Maree Is more than idle fable! Life's changes vex, its discords stun, Its glaring sunshine blindeth, And blest is he who on his way That fount of healing findeth! The shadows of a humbled will And contrite heart are o'er it; Go read its legend, "TRUST IN GOD," On Faith's white stones before it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NATIONALITY by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS REQUIEM FOR ONE SLAIN IN BATTLE by GEORGE LUNT RIDDLE: A BLACKSMITH by MOTHER GOOSE EROTION by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE EN TOUR; A SONG SEQUENCE: 1. THE GARGOYLE by ALBERTA BANCROFT THE GULF by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE PERSONALITY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |