Salmon Brook, Penichook, Ye sweet waters of my brain, When shall I look, Or cast the hook, In your waves again? Silver eels, Wooden creels, These the baits that still allure, And dragon-fly That floated by, May they still endure? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A CRITIC OF TENNYSON by AMBROSE BIERCE APPREHENSION by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 35 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH MILTON AT CRIPPLEGATE by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |