THE wooded hill slopes down even unto the stream; its mirrored image in the tranquil water lies; rocked in the darker half the deep green branches seem, and in the azure half the spaces of the skies. Here like a skiey pearl a slender shallop glides, a raft of branches rides not very far away. . . . Under my very eyes the mist that blinds me hides and mingles raft and sail into the whelming wave. Images of our dreams gone down into the deeps, O aimless raft and sail with watery ports ahead, blue dream and dark which down the cruel river sweeps, lost in the wandering wave and mingled there and dead. The wooded hill slopes down even unto the stream. A field of butter-cups shakes on the other shore. In the sky overcast the pallid flashes gleam. . . . Ah for our dreams that rise and perish evermore! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CROSS; TO THE MOTHERS OF THE MARTYRED DEAD UPON FIELD OF BATTLE by JOSEPHINE TURCK BAKER SONG OF SOLOMON 2: 10-13. SPRING by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A SPRING SONG by MATHILDE BLIND REQUIESCIT by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE MEETING by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |