CHARMED to most crystal stillness by a wand Of sunlit calm, the mountain lake to-day Thought all her steep groves over, leaf and spray, Nor missed one dim bluebell or tawny frond— So earnestly her lovely task she conned— Or streak of gold-green turf that seemed a ray 'Twixt beechen stems, or lichened boulder grey, Or curve of keen-edged crag uplift beyond. And now the flagging pinion of a breeze Scarce flicked the water, yet swift ripples press With myriad lines to blur all trace of these. Great wealth, sad heart, were thine did'st thou possess But half her gift: such happy memories To brood on—or such deft forgetfulness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AND THE GREATEST OF THESE IS WAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE COLOR SERGEANT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE PURPLE COW by FRANK GELETT BURGESS SANCTUARY by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY SONNET: 31 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY TO - (2) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |