WHERE tongues were loud and hearts were light I heard the Ancre flow; Waking oft at the mid of night I heard the Ancre flow. I heard it crying, that sad rill, Below the painful ridge, By the burnt unraftered mill And the relic of a bridge. And could this sighing water seem To call me far away, And its pale word dismiss as dream The voices of to-day? The voices in the bright room chilled And that mourned on alone; The silence of the full moon filled With that brook's troubling tone. The struggling Ancre had no part In these new hours of mine, And yet its stream ran through my heart; I heard it grieve and pine, As if its rainy tortured blood Had swirled into my own, When by its battered bank I stood And shared its wounded moan. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PROBLEM by RALPH WALDO EMERSON ON THE EMIGRATION TO AMERICA AND PEOPLING WESTERN COUNTRY by PHILIP FRENEAU SONNET: 9 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE, SEPTEMBER 3, 1802 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THIS IS NOT I by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS |