If I lived in sight of the lake I should make A poem most exquisite, tender Of its bosom at sunlight, its bosom in cloud Of the gold of its eventide splendor. If I lived in sound of the lake, I should break The heads of the fishermen yelling; With a whack for the lies they are dying to tell And some more for the ones they are telling. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE EMIGRATION TO AMERICA AND PEOPLING WESTERN COUNTRY by PHILIP FRENEAU AFTER A LECTURE ON KEATS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE HABIT OF PERFECTION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS TO LEIGH HUNT, ESQ. by JOHN KEATS TO SOME LADIES [ON RECEIVING A CURIOUS SHELL] by JOHN KEATS |