TO-NIGHT I saw the Merrimack Go broadening, gleaming out to sea;— The tide was low; a cloudy rack Purple and crimson and sullen black Drifted o'er main and lea; And shadowed now with the parting sun, But placid and still as befitted one Whose life would be ended when day was done— With a breeze from the north above it blowing, And the strength of the hills in its silent flowing, Past the pines of Newbury town And the Salisbury marshes wide and brown, The cliff-born river, over the bar, Lapsed to the sea and the evening star! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A SOLITARY DISCIPLE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS PROLONGED SONNET: WHEN THE TROOPS WERE RETURNING FROM MILAN by NICCOLO DEGLI ALBIZZI ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY-SIXTH YEAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON OVERLOOKING THE RIVER STOUR by THOMAS HARDY RENASCENCE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 45 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THOREAU'S FLUTE by LOUISA MAY ALCOTT THE SMUGGLER'S LEAP; A LEGEND OF THANET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |