Classic Poem

Know'st thou the land wherein the citrons bloom
And the golden orange lurks in leafy gloom,
Where softest winds from azure heavens blow,
The myrtle still — and lofty laurel grow?
Know'st thou it, say? Thither! away!
Would I with thee, oh my Beloved One, stray.

Know'st thou the house? — its roof on columns tall —
The chambers shine and glitters bright the hall,
And marble statues stand and gaze on me,
And say, " Poor child! what have they done to thee? "
Know'st thou it, say? Thither! away!
Would I with thee, oh my Protector! stray.

Know'st thou the mountain where the cloud-path lay?
The mule, through the mist, securely feels his way:
In caverns dwell the dragon's ancient brood,
Down rolls the rock, and over it the flood —
Know'st thou it, say? Thither! away!
Thither let us go — O Father, let's away.