MARK how yon eddy steals away From the rude stream into the bay; There lock'd up safe, she doth divorce Her waters from the channel's course, And scorns the torrent that did bring Her headlong from her native spring. Now doth she with her new love play, Whilst he runs murmuring away. Mark how she courts the banks, whilst they As amorously their arms display, T' embrace and clip her silver waves: See how she strokes their sides, and craves An entrance there, which they deny; Whereat she frowns, threat'ning to fly Home to her stream, and 'gins to swim Backward, but from the channel's brim Smiling returns into the creek, With thousand dimples on her cheek. Be thou this eddy, and I'll make My breast thy shore, where thou shalt take Secure repose, and never dream Of the quite forsaken stream; Let him to the wide ocean haste, There lose his colour, name, and taste: Thou shalt save all, and, safe from him, Within these arms for ever swim. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER IN ENGLAND, 1914 by ALICE MEYNELL SWITZERLAND AND ITALY by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES TROY TOWN by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI HELTER SKELTER; OR, THE HUE AND CRY AFTER THE ATTORNEYS by JONATHAN SWIFT THE BUBBLE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM EPIGRAM by DECIMUS MAGNUS AUSONIUS |