Who will go drive with Fergus now, And pierce the deep wood's woven shade, And dance upon the level shore? Young man, lift up your russet brow, And lift your tender eyelids, maid, And brood on hopes and fears no more. And no more turn aside and brood Upon Love's bitter mystery; For Fergus rules the brazen cars, And rules the shadows of the wood, And the white breast of the dim sea And all dishevelled wandering stars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEW COLOSSUS by EMMA LAZARUS FOR A CHILD: 1. WALKING SONG by CHARLES WILLIAMS THE WINGLESS VICTORY by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. TO WISDOM by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD PSALM 39. DIXI CUSTODIAM by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE PSALM 47 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |