The Poet's Home

A Poet's home, and worthy so to be!— Such as is seen by Arno's classic stream, Or gleaming on the blue Ionian Sea, From some rich wooded height, of which we dream In northern climes, amidst a city's smoke, And wish that we had wings that we might flee, Or more than mortal strength to break the yoke That binds us to life's painful drudgery:— A Poet's home upon the breezy hill! With all that breathes of Poetry around, And hearts within, which earth can never chill,— Pure limpid streams, with glad enduring sound, Sparkling unceasingly!—Flow on! flow on! Where shall we find your like when ye are gone?