When April rains and the great spring-tide Cover the lowlands far and wide, And eastern winds blow somewhat harsh Over the salt and mildewed marsh, Then the grasses take deeper root, Sucking, athirst and resolute; And when the waters eddy away, Flowing in trenches to Newark Bay, The fibrous blades grow rank and tall, And from their tops the red-birds call. Five miles in width the moor is spread; Two broad rivers its borders thread; The schooners which up their channels pass Seem to be sailing in the grass, Save as they rise with the moon-drawn sea, Twice in the day, continuously. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 3. THAILALND by KAREN SWENSON THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 82. HOARDED JOY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ODE TO WORK by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 83. YA MALIK by EDWIN ARNOLD A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 40 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT INAUGURATION SONNET: ERNEST FOX NICHOLS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |