My guest! I have not led you thro' The old footpath of swamp and sedges; But . . mind your step . . you're coming to Shingle and shells with sharpish edges. Here a squash jelly-fish, and here An old shark's head with open jaw We hap may hit on: never fear Scent rather rank and crooked saw. Step forward: we shall pass them soon, And then before you will arise A fertile scene; a placid moon Above, and star-besprinkled skies. And we shall reach at last (where ends The fields of thistles, sharp and light) A dozen brave and honest friends, And there wish one and all good-night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONGO RIVER; CONNECTING LAKE SEBAGO AND LONG LAKE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A WOMAN'S QUESTION by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1876 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE BROKEN WATER WHEEL by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM COMPENSATION by ANNE MILLAY BREMER LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP by EMILY JANE BRONTE |