ONCE ye were happy, once by many a shore, Wherever Glooscap's gentle feet might stray, Lulled by his presence like a dream, ye lay Floating at rest; but that was long of yore. He was too good for earthly men; he bore Their bitter deeds for many a patient day, And then at last he took his unseen way. He was your friend, and ye might rest no more: And now, though many hundred altering years Have passed, among the desolate northern meres Still must ye search and wander querulously, Crying for Glooscap, still bemoan the light With weird entreaties, and in agony With awful laughter pierce the lonely night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHO WALKS WITH BEAUTY by DAVID MORTON THE DEAD HEROES by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE BROWN GIANT by ALEXANDER ANDERSON A LEAVE-TAKING: 1 by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE HARVEST by MARY MORGAN BUCKNER SMATTERERS by SAMUEL BUTLER (1612-1680) |