HOW richly glows the water's breast Before us, tinged with evening hues, While, facing thus the crimson west, The boat her silent course pursues! And see how dark the backward stream! A little moment past so smiling! And still, perhaps, with faithless gleam, Some other loiterers beguiling. Such views the youthful Bard allure; But, heedless of the following gloom, He deems their colours shall endure Till peace go with him to the tomb. -- And let him nurse his fond deceit, And what if he must die in sorrow! Who would not cherish dreams so sweet, Though grief and pain may come to-morrow? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WISE WOMAN by SARA TEASDALE TO THE BOY by ELIZABETH CLEMENTINE DODGE KINNEY BREAK OF DAY IN THE TRENCHES by ISAAC ROSENBERG A SKETCH by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONG TOURNAMENT: NEW STYLE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER ON BUTLER'S MONUMENT [IN WESTMINSTER] by SAMUEL WESLEY |