HERE where the wayward stream Is restful as a dream, And where the banks o'erlook A pool from out whose deeps My pleased face upward peeps, I cast my hook. Silence and sunshine blent! -- A Sabbath-like content Of wood and wave; -- a free- Hand landscape grandly wrought Of Summer's brightest thought And mastery. -- For here form, light and shade, And color -- all are laid With skill so rarely fine, The eye may even see The ripple tremblingly Lip at the line. I mark the dragon-fly Flit waveringly by In ever-veering flight, Till, in a hush profound, I see him eddy round The "cork," and -- 'light! Ho! with the boy's faith then Brimming my heart again, And knowing, soon or late, The "nibble" yet shall roll Its thrills along the pole, I -- breathless -- wait. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: JOHN SCOFIELD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SIBERIA by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): AMOR OMNIPOTENS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 9 by RICHARD BARNFIELD PSALM 64 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 8. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE FOURTH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |