THE KIRK of ULPHA to the pilgrim's eye Is welcome as a star, that doth present Its shining forehead through the peaceful rent Of a black cloud diffused o'er half the sky: Or as a fruitful palm-tree towering high O'er the parched waste beside an Arab's tent; Or the Indian tree whose branches, downward bent, Take root again, a boundless canopy. How sweet were leisure! could it yield no more Than 'mid that wave-washed Churchyard to recline, From pastoral graves extracting thoughts divine; Or there to pace, and mark the summits hoar Of distant moonlit mountains faintly shine, Soothed by the unseen River's gentle roar. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON VIOLET'S WAFERS, SENT ME WHEN I WAS ILL by SIDNEY LANIER CAMOMILE TEA by KATHERINE MANSFIELD MY MOTHER LEFT ME by KAREN SWENSON FAITHLESS NELLY GRAY; A PATHETIC BALLAD by THOMAS HOOD STARRY NIGHT by KENNETH SLADE ALLING CASSANDRA by RICHARD BARNFIELD WILLIAM COWPER by WILLIAM BLAKE |