The river, dimpling in the sun, Waves beckoning hands to me: "Come, float beneath the summer sky, Come, drift between my bluffs, so high, To where fair ships go sailing by Down to the mighty sea." The river, in the fair moonlight, Lures me with subtle spell: "Come, wander down this pathway bright, This liquid lane of silver light, To where the waves are breaking, white, On rocks where mermaids dwell." The honeysuckle, on the air Pours out its sweet perfume And mingles with the fragrance rare, Of forest pine and fern-glade fair, And the faint tang, beyond compare, Borne on the salty spume. And when that fat call comes to me, My gypsy feet must roam Through tangled copse and leafy glade And ferny dell and forest shade To the wide river, unafraid, Though it bear me far from home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO AN UNBORN PAUPER CHILD by THOMAS HARDY THE THREE BEST THING: 1. WORK by HENRY VAN DYKE PENULTIMATE PURITAN by HELEN L. BARNES CRUX VIA CAELORUM: 3 by PATRICK CAREY THE REED by HENRY BERNARD CARPENTER SONG OF SNOW-WHITE HEADS by CHO WEN-CHUN |