THROUGH briery ways, from underneath The far-off sadness of the gold That fades above the sun, the waves Swift to our very feet are rolled. Above, beyond, to either side, The sombre woods bend overhead; And underneath, the wild brown waves Leap joyously, with lightsome tread, From rock to rock, and laugh and sing, Like lonely maids in woods at play; Till in the cold, still pool below, A-sudden checked, they stand at bay, Like girls who, in their mood of joy, To this more solemn woodland glide, And with some brief, sweet terror touched, Stand wistful, trembling, tender-eyed. What half-felt sense of something gone, What sadness in the moveless woods; What sorrow haunts yon amber sky, That over all so darkly brood! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 15 by OMAR KHAYYAM A FARM PICTURE by WALT WHITMAN MY VERY PARTICULAR FRIEND by MARIA ABDY THE LORD OF THOULOUSE; A LEGEND OF LANGUEDOC by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SONNET: 16 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE ALBATROSS by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE VACANT STALL by ELIZABETH WILCOX BEASLEY |