. <br /> <br /> <br />Is thy heart weary of unfeeling men, <br />And chilled with the world's ice? Then come with me, <br />And I will bring thee to a pleasant glen <br />Lovely and lonely. There we'll sit, unviewed <br />By scoffing eye; and let our hearts beat free <br />With their own mutual throb. For wild and rude <br />The access is, and none will there intrude, <br />To poison our free thoughts, and mar our solitude! <br />Such scenes move not their feelings--for they hold <br />No fellowship with nature's loneliness; <br />The frozen wave reflects not back the gold <br />And crimson flushes of the sunset hour; <br />The rock lies cold in sunshine--not the power <br />Of heaven's bright orb can clothe its barrenness. <br /> <br /> <br />.<br /><br />Joseph Rodman Drake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-24/
