FAIR is her cottage in its place, Where yon broad water sweetly, slowly glides. It sees itself from thatch to base Dream in the sliding tides. And fairer she, but ah, how soon to die! Her quiet dream of life this hour may cease. Her peaceful being slowly passes by To some more perfect peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FAREWELL TO FOLLY: CONTENT by ROBERT GREENE ON LENDING A PUNCH BOWL by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES WHEN THE COWS COME HOME by AGNES E. MITCHELL THE BELLS OF LONDON by MOTHER GOOSE TELLING THE BEES (A COLONIAL CUSTOM) by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE MERCY PLEADS by LUCRETIA STOUT BELLOWS AN INVITATION by MRS. RALPH BLACK |