Songs of A Wayfarer | ||
CXIX. ON THE BANKS OF THE METAURUS.
Ye cumbered with the world's hard servitude,In iron links of galling bondage bound,
Leave for a while the press and noisy round,
And bide with me in this cool solitude,
Feeding with quiet joy a peaceful mood,
Beneath acacia boughs whose whispering sound
Is mingled with the hollow sea's rebound
And falling streams' melodious interlude,—
117
Whose barren spirits make no sign of growth;
Who hold a tinsel life of painted shows,
Cheats that outmock the vanity of youth,
Dyed in a shallow pride of peacock hues
That hath no substance of intrinsic truth.
Fano, August 1, 1868.
Songs of A Wayfarer | ||