Silence -- not a leaf trembled, Not a cloud floated by; The lake was clear and still, And the wood, a magic cave. A rustle and a step, A swift movement in the wood, And to the lake's edge Stepped a hunter -- gun poised. Above, a streak of white, A yellow bill and shining eyes, A thing of beauty and of life -- Poised for a moment in the air. A deafening crash, a gun lowered; The sound of splashing water; And then once more -- silence. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NURSE'S SONG, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE PILGRIM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD TO SIR JOHN SPENSER KNIGHTE, ALDERMAN OF LONDON by RICHARD BARNFIELD ON MR. FREDERICK PORTER'S ROOM OF PICTURES, 1930 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN BRIER-ROSE by HJALMAR HJORTH BOYESEN MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE STAIR by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH MELANCHOLY by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |