I NOT envying Latian shades -- if yet they throw A grateful coolness round that crystal Spring, Blandusia, prattling as when long ago The Sabine Bard was moved her praise to sing; Careless of flowers that in perennial blow Round the moist marge of Persian fountains cling; Heedless of Alpine torrents thundering Through ice-built arches radiant as heaven's bow; I seek the birthplace of a native Stream. -- All hail, ye mountains! hail, thou morning light! Better to breathe at large on this clear height Than toil in needless sleep from dream to dream: Pure flow the verse, pure, vigorous, free, and bright, For Duddon, long-loved Duddon, is my theme! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SACRED ELEGY: 5. THE SEPARATION OF MAN FROM GOD by GEORGE BARKER WHITE AN' BLUE by WILLIAM BARNES BELISARIUS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE DALLIANCE OF THE EAGLES by WALT WHITMAN AFTER LONG SILENCE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE BROWN GIANT by ALEXANDER ANDERSON TO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH; ON THE PUBLICATION OF HIS POEM, 'PETER BELL' by BERNARD BARTON |