By the Isar, in the twilight We were wandering and singing, By the Isar, in the evening We climbed the huntsman's ladder and sat swinging In the fir-tree overlooking the marshes, While river met river, and the ringing Of their pale-green glacier water filled the evening. By the Isar, in the twilight We found the dark wild roses Hanging red at the river, and simmering Frogs were singing, and over the river closes Was savour of ice and of roses; and glimmering Fear was abroad. We whispered: "No one knows us. Let it be as the snake disposes Here in this simmering marsh." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DISCORDANTS: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN A COMPARISON [ADDRESSED] TO A YOUNG LADY by WILLIAM COWPER SONNET: 71 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE LAST TOURNAMENT by ALFRED TENNYSON AMONG THE HEATHER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM OCTOBER by MARGARETTA P. CAMPBELL ON GETTING HOME THE PORTRAIT OF A FEMALE CHILD; BY EUGENIO LATILLA by THOMAS CAMPBELL |