Christopher Columbus Runs through the grass, -- He hushes, he halts, At the sight of a lass; And the moment unlooked for Has come to pass. He marks her as seemly, Approves her as right; She stands in the brook Like the falling of light, More golden than gold, Whiter than white. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN 'DESIGNING A CLOAK TO CLOAK HIS DESIGNS' YOU WRESTED FROM OBLIVION by MARIANNE MOORE TO LIVE MERRILY AND TO TRUST TO GOOD VERSES by ROBERT HERRICK THE LAST LEAF by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 24 by OMAR KHAYYAM KITTY NEIL by JOHN FRANCIS WALLER TO A PRESIDENT by WALT WHITMAN |