In days of yore, 'tis said, the swimming alder Fashioned rude, withbranches lopped and stript of its smooth coat, Where fallen tree was notand rippling stream's vast breadth Forbade adventurous leap, the brawny swain did bear Secure to farthest shore. The book has passed away, and with the book the lay, Which in myyouthful days I loved to ponder. Of curious things it told, how wisemen three of Gotham In bowl did venture out to sea, And darkly hintstheir awful fate. If men have dared the main to tempt in such frail barks, Why may notwash-tub round or bread-trough square oblong, Suffice to cross thepurling wave and gain the destin'd port? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE ENGLISHMAN IN ITALY by ROBERT BROWNING MORTAL COMBAT by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW; IN MEMORIAM by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON SONNET ON FAME (2) by JOHN KEATS THE CLERKS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |