I think of Gaspard that certainly was not His real name he is traveling he has left the town Of Blue Lanchi where all the children called him Papa At the foot of the calm gulf facing the seven islands Gaspard walks on and longs for the rice and the tea The milky way At night since naturally he is walking Only at night often catches his eye But Gaspard Knows full well that one must not follow it | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOULS OF THE SLAIN by THOMAS HARDY SONNET: ADDRESSED TO HAYDON (2) by JOHN KEATS A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY A SEA-SPELL (FOR A PICTURE) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI AN APRIL MORNING by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH MOVE UPWARD by ALEXANDER ANDERSON LILIES: 18. A PICTURE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) STANZAS SELECTED FROM THE PAINS OR MEMORY; A FRAGMENT by BERNARD BARTON |