Between the traveller and the setting sun, Upon some drifting sand heap of the shore, A hound stands o'er the carcass of a man. Waters, drough the mefads a-purlen, Glissen'd in the evenen's light, An' smoke, above the town a-curlen, Melted slowly out o' zight; An' there, in glooms Ov unzunn'd rooms, To zome, wi' idle sorrows fretten, Zuns did set avore their zetten. We were out in gefames and refaces, Loud a-laughen, wild in me'th, Wi' windblown hefair, an' zunbrowned fefaces, Lefapen on the high-sky'd e'th, Avore the lights Wer tin'd o' nights, An' while the gossamer's light Sparkled to the zun a-zetten. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE BOY LOST, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE ULTIMA THULE: NIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER by ALEXANDER POPE TO MY CHILDREN: 3 by DOLLIE CAROLINE MAITLAND RADFORD THE WANING MOON by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY WEIGHTS AND MEASURES, BY OUR OWN TOM DALY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |