There are rivers lapsing down Lily-laden to the sea; Every lily is a boat For bees, one, two, or three: I wish there were a fairy boat For you, my friend, and me. We would rock upon the river, Scarcely floating by; Rocking rocking like the lilies, You, my friend, and I; Rocking like the stately lilies Beneath the statelier sky. But ah, where is that river Whose hyacinth banks descend Down to the sweeter lilies, Till soft their shadows blend Into a watery twilight? -- And ah, where is my friend? -- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHARLES CARVILLE'S EYES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A DOUBLE BALLAD OF GOOD COUNSEL by FRANCOIS VILLON THE WEST COUNTRY by ALICE CARY THE OLD MAN DREAMS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES IN THE MILE END ROAD by AMY LEVY BINGEN ON THE RHINE by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON THE BOATMAN by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |