The golden river-reach afar Kisses the golden skies of even, And there's the first faint lover's star Alight along the walls of heaven. The river murmurs to the boughs, The boughs make music each to each, And still an amorous west wind soughs And loiters down the lonesome reach. And here on the slim arch that spans The rippling stream, in dark outline, You see the poor old fisherman's Bowed form and patient rod and line. A picture better than all art, Since none could catch that sunset stain, Or set in the soft twilight's heart This small strange touch of human pain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WITHOUT CEREMONY by THOMAS HARDY FAITHLESS NELLY GRAY; A PATHETIC BALLAD by THOMAS HOOD EPIGRAM ON QUEEN CAROLINE'S DEATHBED by ALEXANDER POPE TO FOREIGN LANDS by WALT WHITMAN A DRINKING SONG by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS UNCROWNED by ALFRED GOLDSWORTHY BAILEY THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: AT HOME AFTER THE BALL by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |