IN the time of wild roses As up Thames we travelled Where 'mid water-weeds ravelled The lily uncloses, To his old shores the river A new song was singing, And young shoots were springing On old roots for ever. Dog-daisies were dancing, And flags flamed in cluster, On the dark stream a lustre Now blurred and now glancing. A tall reed down-weighing The sedge-warbler fluttered; One sweet note he uttered, Then left it soft-swaying. By the bank's sandy hollow My dipt oars went beating, And past our bows fleeting Blue-backed shone the swallow. High woods, heron-haunted, Rose, changed, as we rounded Old hills greenly mounded, To meadows enchanted. A dream ever moulded Afresh for our wonder, Still opening asunder For the stream many-folded; Till sunset was rimming The West with pale flushes; Behind the black rushes The last light was dimming; And the lonely stream, hiding Shy birds, grew more lonely, And with us was only The noise of our gliding. In cloud of gray weather The evening o'erdarkened, In the stillness we hearkened; Our hearts sang together. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CARPENTER'S SON by SARA TEASDALE THE POPPY-LAND EXPRESS by EDGAR WADE ABBOT STANZAS WRITTEN ON THE ROAD BETWEEN FLORENCE AND PISA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON FRANCE: AN ODE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A SONG FOR ST. CECILIA'S DAY by JOHN DRYDEN THE WORD by WILLIAM WALSHAM HOW THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA'S DREAM by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS |