THERE was a mighty river that I knew In time long-by; it made me hold my breath To watch its wondrous ways -- so wide it grew, So plain the darker eddies spoke of death, The lads that dared to swim it were so few! Man grown, to-day I muse the stream beside, And smile, remembering -- for 'tis a span And nothing more to reach across its tide, While in the blackest pools your eyes may scan The bottom, where the minnows hunt and hide. Mayhap the rivers will not shrink to streams, In that dim land that lies beyond our dreams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABU SALAMMAMM - A SONG OF EMPIRE by EZRA POUND THE DAUGHTER OF DEBATE by ELIZABETH I IN THE SHADOWS: 20 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) A TRUE HYMN [HYMNE] by GEORGE HERBERT THE GLOVE AND THE LIONS by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT SPRING'S WELCOME, FR. ALEXANDER AND CAMPASPE by JOHN LYLY TO GIOVANNI DA PISTOIA ON THE PAINTING OF THE SISTINE CHAPEL, 1509 by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI |