Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IONA, by FREDERICK TENNYSON Poet's Biography First Line: I landed on iona's holy isle Last Line: In whom all saints are one for evermore! Subject(s): Catholics; Iona, Scotland; Roman Catholics; Catholicism | ||||||||
I landed on Iona's holy isle, And wandered through its ancient ruins bare, And felt the great Columba's self was there. Thirteen long centuries seemed "a little while" Before the unchanging sea and sky, whose smile He knew. He trod these paths; he breathed this air; These waves once rolled responsive to his prayer, Whose murmuring ripples now my ear beguile. Nor to the Saint alone closer I stand, Nearer the Lord I seem, upon this shore; The solid rock of this historic strand Helps me to bridge Time's waste of waters o'er, And grasp His feet, and feel His loving hand In whom all saints are one for evermore! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING SONG by LUCILLE CLIFTON HOLY CROSS DAY by ROBERT BROWNING THE CONFESSIONAL by ROBERT BROWNING THE GUARDIAN ANGEL (A PICTURE AT FANO) by ROBERT BROWNING FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 11 by THOMAS CAMPION ON THE DEATH OF MR. CRASHAW by ABRAHAM COWLEY AN INCIDENT by FREDERICK TENNYSON |
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