I PLAYED with the whispering rushes, By a river of reverie, Flowing so quietly onward Into an unknown sea. And I watched the dreamy current, Till to my feet it brought, Glistening among the pebbles, The pearl of a fair new thought. New! yet many another, Leaning over the stream, May have welcomed its sudden shining, And gazed on its gentle gleam. Long it must have been lying, Yet it is new to me. Oh, the treasures around us, If we could only see! I have broken the smooth dark water Into ripples and circles bright, Lifting my pearl from the pebbles, Bearing away its light. I am so glad to have found it! I shall treasure it safely awhile, It will brighten the niche that is darkest In my spirit's loneliest aisle. And then, it may be, a dear one Will wear it, a long, long time, Fastened firm on her bosom, In a setting of silver rhyme. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH ON THOMAS CLERE, SURREY'S FAITHFUL FRIEND AND FOLLOWER by HENRY HOWARD HEALTHFUL OLD AGE, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE ON MISS HELEN FAUCIT'S JULIET by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE KIRK'S ALARM by ROBERT BURNS A DIALOGUE ON NATUREM POWER AND USE OF HUMAN LEARNING, IN RELIGION by JOHN BYROM BANKING UP VERMONT HOUSES by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY THE QUARREL by DESSIE REEVES CASSITY ELEGY UPON DOCTOR CHADDERTON, THE FIRST MASTER OF EMANUEL COLLEGE by JOHN CLEVELAND |