Budging the sluggard ripples of the Somme, A barge round old Cerisy slowly slewed. Softly her engines down the current screwed And chuckled in her, with contented hum. Till fairy tinklings struck their croonings dumb. The waters rampling at the stern subdued. The lock-gate took her bulging amplitude. Gently from out the gurgling lock she swum. One reading by that sunset raised his eyes To watch her lessening westward quietly, Till, as she neared the bend, her funnel screamed. And that long lamentation made him wise How unto Avalon, in agony, Kings passed in the dark barge, which Merlin dreamed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLE-CRIES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER UPON THE NIPPLES OF JULIA'S BREAST by ROBERT HERRICK ON LIBERTY AND SLAVERY by GEORGE MOSES HORTON THE BONNIE BLUE FLAG by ANNIE CHAMBERS KETCHUM KATHLEEN O'MORE by GEORGE NUGENT REYNOLDS LAUGHING CORN by CARL SANDBURG TO - (4) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |