The going of the glade-boat The going of the glade-boat Is like water flowing; Is like water flowing; Like water flowing Like water flowing Through the green saw-grass, Through the green saw-grass, Under the rainbows; Under the rainbows; Under the rainbows Under the rainbows That are like birds, That are like birds, Turning, bedizened, Turning, bedizened, While the wind still whistles While the wind still whistles As kildeer do, As kildeer do, When they rise When they rise At the red turban At the red turban Of the boatman. Of the boatman. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON HEARING A LITTLE MUSIC-BOX by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT AUTUMN: A DIRGE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 11. AL-MUTAKABBIR by EDWIN ARNOLD SONG OF SOLOMON: AWAKE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE GLEANING by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO A DEAD JOURNALIST by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT NEW YEAR'S VERSES FOR THE CARRIER OF THE MIRROR, 1826 by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |