The stars are mansions built by Nature's hand, And, haply, there the spirits of the blest Dwell, clothed in radiance, their immortal vest; Huge Ocean shows, within his yellow strand, A habitation marvellously planned, For life to occupy in love and rest; All that we see''"is dome, or vault, or nest, Or fortress, reared at Nature's sage command. Glad thought for every season! but the Spring Gave it while cares were weighing on my heart, 'Mid song of birds, and insects murmuring; And while the youthful year's prolific art''" Of bud, leaf, blade, and flower''"was fashioning Abodes where self-disturbance hath no part. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD WHICH ANNE ASKEW MADE AND SANG WHEN SHE WAS IN NEWGATE by ANNE ASKEWE FARM-YARD SONG by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE THE YELLOW BADGE by RUTH SCHECHTER ALEXANDER THE VIKING by CLARIBEL WEEKS AVERY THE PASQUE FLOWER by STELLA PFEIFFER BAISCH SWORD AND BUCKLER; OR, SERVING-MAN'S DEFENCE: INTRODUCTION by WILLIAM BASSE |