SWEET in the rushes The reed-singers make A music that hushes The life of the lake; The leaves are dumb, And the tides are still, And no calls come From the flocks on the hill. Forgotten now Are nightingales, And on his bough The linnet fails, -- Midway the mere My mirrored boat Shall rest and hear A slenderer note. Though, heart, you measure But one proud rhyme, You build a treasure Confounding time -- Sweet in the rushes The reed-singers make A music that hushes The life of the lake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMERICAN THEMES FOR A GILBERT by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS HIMALAYA by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 20. EVER PRESENT by PHILIP AYRES THE LAY OF ST. ALOYS; A LEGEND OF BLOIS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM THE WHITE WATCH (OPUS 27: NO. 2) by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |