There is a nook among the alders Still sleeping to the cat-bird's "Hush"; Below, a long stone-bridge is bending Above a runnel's silent rush. A dreamer hither often wanders And gathers many a snow-white stone; He weighs them, poised upon his fingers, Divining each one's silvery tone. He drops them! When the stream makes music, Fair visions with its vault-voice swell: And so, for us, the future rises, As thought-stones stir our heart's "Farewell!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHERRY BLOSSOMS BLOWING IN WEST BLOWING SNOW by JAMES GALVIN INEVITABLY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LETHE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE NEW APOCRYPHA: BERENICE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LANCELOT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |