The headlights raced; the moon, death-faced, Stared down on that golden river. I saw through the smoke the scarlet cloak Of a boy who could not shiver. His father's hand forced him to stand, The traffic thundered slaughter; One foot he thrust in the whirling dust As it were running water. As in a dream I saw the stream Scatter in drops that glistened; They flamed, they flashed, his brow they splashed, And danger's son was christened. The portent passed; his fate was cast, Sea-farer, desert-ranger. Tearless I smiled on that fearless child Dipping his foot in Danger. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FORGETFULNESS by HAROLD HART CRANE TO AN INSECT by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES ODE [ON THE POETS] by JOHN KEATS TO A CAT by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE HIS EXCELLENCY GENERAL WASHINGTON by PHILLIS WHEATLEY TO HIS INGENIOUS FRIEND, MR. N. TATE by PHILIP AYRES |