@3The hand that ruled the helm was yours, The arm that bent the oar was mine; The breeze that blew across the moors Was breath of meadows blent with brine; It whirled the reddened leaf along, It stirred your silken-tendriled hair, It teased the wave to rill in song, It played upon my shoulders bare. In time with even dip and swing And crisp of feathered oars aslant, We roused the crags where laurels cling With Eton's mellow rowing-chant.@1 @3So down that sparkling reach we came On keel of cedar, silver-shod, Our bows aglow with leaves aflame And gunwale-deep in goldenrod.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISTMAS AT INDIAN POINT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WHEN LOVE WAS BORN by SARA TEASDALE REMEMBERING NAT TURNER by STERLING ALLEN BROWN A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 4. REVEILLE by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN A CANADIAN BOAT SONG; WRITTEN ON THE RIVER ST. LAWRENCE by THOMAS MOORE MY CRYSTAL BRIDE by WILLIAM EDWARD ADAMS |