THE light breeze makes the wavelets dance And ripple round our boat, Bright sunbeams through green branches glance, And on the wavelets float. We read with deep soul-stirring thrill Words of the long-past dead-- We cease, the song seems echoed still By the trees above our head. They tell us of those old old times When the far dead were young, They murmur low the old old rhymes Voices long hushed have sung. They tell how men of ages gone Beneath their shade would lie, Of fairy music's silver tone Ringing sweet melody; Then there was haunt of elf and fay By moonlight dancing by-- Pleasantly pass the hours away Listening dreamily, Or gazing at the clouds that sail Through the blue summer sky, Bidding them shadow out some tale, Some fancied history. So pleasantly the summer hours Pass all too soon away, Till, weeping dewy tears, the flowers Mourn for the dying day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON CONTENTMENT, AFTER THE MANNER OF HORACE by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY NATIONALITY by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS THE TEMPER (1) by GEORGE HERBERT THE STIRRUP-CUP by SIDNEY LANIER A BABY ASLEEP AFTER PAIN by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE MEZZO CAMMIN by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW PSALM 7; UPON WORDS OF CHUSH THE BENJAMITE; AUGUST 14, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |