The waters purled, the waters swelled,-- A fisher sat near by, And earnestly his line beheld With tranquil heart and eye; And while he sits and watches there, He sees the waves divide, And, lo! a maid, with glistening hair, Springs from the troubled tide. She sang to him, she spake to him-- "Why lur'st thou from below, In cruel mood, my tender brood, To die in day's fierce glow? Ah! didst thou know how sweetly there The little fishes dwell, Thou wouldst come down their lot to share, And be forever well. "Bathes not the smiling sun at night-- The moon too--in the waves? Comes he not forth more fresh and bright From ocean's cooling caves? Canst thou unmoved that deep world see, That heaven of tranquil blue, Where thine own face is beckoning thee Down to the eternal dew?" The waters purled, the waters swelled,-- They kissed his naked feet; His heart a nameless transport held, As if his love did greet. She spake to him, she sang to him; Then all with him was o'er,-- Half drew she him, half sank he in,-- He sank to rise no more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CORRESPONDENCES; HEXAMETERS AND PENTAMETERS by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH HEAVEN-HAVEN; A NUN TAKES THE VEIL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS TO A GENTLEMAN & LADY ON THE DEATH ... CHILD NAMED AVIS by PHILLIS WHEATLEY TO A THESAURUS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS MY FORE-ELDERS by WILLIAM BARNES CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 2. OF GRATITUDE by WILLIAM BASSE |