When in some cove I lie, A placid lake at rest Scanning the distant hills, A murmur from the west, And gleam of thousand rills Which gently swell my breast, Announce the friendly thought, And in one wave sun-lit I'm softly brought Seaward with it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: OAKS TUTT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE CASTAWAY by WILLIAM COWPER TO MARY UNWIN by WILLIAM COWPER AT THE CANNON'S MOUTH by HERMAN MELVILLE THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 22 by OMAR KHAYYAM ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 64 by PHILIP SIDNEY |