FAITH, peace and joy to-day brings: all has failed I this day put my hand to, well know I; Less blind than some so far, though that's not why; But with joy, peace and faith my spirit is mailed, Since on Wren's bridge at noon, unseen, unhailed, I, all alone, saw the kingfisher fly. Not as before, startled by friendly prod, In stagnant ditch to imagine something quiver, Lost while half-seen; but brilliant, clear, and broad, Forty-two yards up the middle of the river Under my eyes shot the turquoise unflawed! Nothing of me that bird knows and will never; But I rejoiced, as men rejoice in God, Not that He cares for them, but lives for ever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MORITURI SALUTAMUS [WE WHO ARE TO DIE SALUTE YOU] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 6. A VISIT FROM THE SEA by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON LINES WRITTEN ON A TUMBLER by ROBERT BURNS EVENING by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE CONVERT by GUY WETMORE CARRYL INDIAN LULLABY by SARAH COMSTOCK PROLOGUE SPOKEN AT THE OPENING OF THE NEW HOUSE, 1674 by JOHN DRYDEN |