WE met on Nature's stage, And May had set the scene, With bishop-caps standing in delicate ranks, And violets blossoming over the banks, While the brook ran full between. The waters rang your call, With frolicsome waves a-twinkle, -- They knew you as boy, and they knew you as man, And every wave, as it merrily ran, Cried, "Enter Rip van Winkle!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE LADIES by MARY LEE CHUDLEIGH CHAUCER; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW DEAD MAN'S DUMP by ISAAC ROSENBERG A SWING SONG by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM PSALM 10. UT QUID DOMINE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 19. COELI ENARRANT by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE EPITAPH ON MR. JOHN DEANE, OF NEW COLLEGE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |