I sat on a log fallen over a river and heard that like people each stretch had a different voice varying with the current, the nature of its bed and banks, logjams, boulders, alder or cedar branches, low-slung and sweeping the current, the hush of eddies. In a deep pool I saw the traces of last night's moon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMPOSED BY THE SEA-SIDE NEAR CALAIS [AUGUST 1802] by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TO BARON DE STONNE.....TO FIND HIMSELF BETWEEN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: CANTO 1 by WILLIAM BASSE THE CORDWRIGHT'S SONG by AUGUSTE DE BELLOY TO A SPIRIT (2) by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN WHOM EARTH HAS TAUGHT: PROSPICENCE by MARGARET PERKINS BRIGGS LOVE IN THE GUISE OF FRIENDSHIP by ROBERT BURNS |