Crystal parting the meads. A boat drifted up it like a swan. Tranquil, lovely, its bright front to the waters, A slow swan is gone. Full waters, O flowing silver, Pure, level with the clover, It will stain drowning a star, With the moon it will brim over. Running through lands dewy and shorn, Cattle stoop at its brink, And every fawny-colored throat Will sway its bells and drink. I saw a boat sailing the river With a tranced gait. It seemed Loosed by a spell from its moorings, Or a thing the helmsman dreamed. They said it would carry no traveler, But the vessel would go down, If a heart were heavy-winged, Or the bosom it dwelt in, stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROLOGUE, SPOKEN BY MR. GARRICK AT ... THEATRE ROYALE, 1747 by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) A FAREWELL TO TOBACCO by CHARLES LAMB VAQUERO by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 3. TO A FRIEND UNSUCCESSFUL IN LOVE by MARK AKENSIDE MORNING MIST by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD A HIGHLAND VILLAGE by MATHILDE BLIND |