SCARCE a breeze on the lake, with four oars to our boat; The landscape no pencil could paint! I thought of her fate, the midst of this scene, When a boar puts us all in a fright. Confusion and terror, my heart beat my breast, Neither castle nor bower could I see; The beautiful Queen who once made her escape Was scarcely so frighted as me. The house -- and the trees -- the town and the spire; The hills -- and the cottages round; The water -- the wind -- and the flight of the birds; Did only my senses confound. No thought was distinct -- or but lost in myself; I prayed -- and our fate did deplore; When Serff, that good saint, from his peaceful retreat Came quickly, and brought us to shore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER by JOHN CROWE RANSOM OCTAVES: 21 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE RIDDLERS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE MY AUNT by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY WHICH WAS MOST TRULY DEAD? by CHARLES AUGUSTIN SAINTE-BEUVE |