Among those mountain-skirts a league away Lough Braccan spread, with many a silver bay And islet green; a dark cliff, tall and bold, Half-muffled in its cloak of ivy old, Bastion'd the southern brink, beside a glen Where birch and hazel hid the badger's den, And through the moist ferns and firm hollies play'd A rapid rivulet from light to shade. Above the glen, and wood, and cliff, was seen, Majestically simple and serene, Like some great soul above the various crowd, A purple mountain-top, at times in cloud Or mist, as in celestial veils of thought, Abstracted heavenward. Creeps a little boat Along the path of evening's golden smile, To where the shatter'd castle on its isle May seem a broad-wing'd ship; two massive tow'rs Lifted against the yellow light that pours On half the lough and sloping fields,—half-laid, Creek, bush, and crag, within the mountain shade. Dark bramble-leaves now show a curling fringe, And 'sallies' wear the first autumnal tinge; With speckled plumes high wave the crowded reeds, Amongst whose watery stems the mallard feeds. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NOT OUR GOOD LUCK by ROBINSON JEFFERS DREAM LIFE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO EMILIE BIGELOW HAPGOOD - PHILANTHROPIST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SONG OF THE RABBITS OUTSIDE THE TAVERN by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH THE BOATMAN OF KINSALE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS THE COLLAR-BONE OF A HARE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |