As I was climbing Ardan Mor From the shore of Sheelan lake, I met the herons coming down Before the water's wake. And they were talking in their flight Of dreamy ways the herons go When all the hills are withered up Nor any waters flow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE ON A GRECIAN URN by JOHN KEATS THE SCHOLARS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE COLD WAVE OF 32 B.C. by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS SONG BEFORE SORROW by LOUISE A. BALDWIN THIERRY AND THEODORET by FRANCIS BEAUMONT HOW LONG? by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR AN EPISTLE THROWN INTO A RIVER IN A BALL OF WAX by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |