The confidence of Youth our only Art, And Hope gya Pilot of the bold design, We saw the living Landscapes of the Rhine, Reach after reach salute us and depart; Slow sink the spires, - and up again they start! But who shall count the Towers as they recline O'er the dark steeps, or on the horizon line Striding with shattered crests, the eye athwart? More touching still, more perfect was the pleasure, When hurrying forward till the slack'ning stream Spread like a spacious Mere, we there could measure A smooth free course along the watery gleam, Think calmly on the past, amd mark at leisure Features which else had vanished like a dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MILITARY PROGRESS by MARIANNE MOORE THE CHAM TOWERS AT DA NANG by KAREN SWENSON APPRECIATION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO MARY UNWIN by WILLIAM COWPER THE GRAVE OF LOVE by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK THE IDEA by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON |