I see it as it looked one afternoon In August, - by a fresh soft breeze o'erblown. The swiftness of the tide, the light thereon, A far-off sail, white as a crescent moon. The shining waters with pale currents strewn, The quiet fishing-smacks, the Eastern cove, The semi-circle of its dark, green grove. The luminous grasses, and the merry sun In the grave sky; the sparkle far and wide, Laughter of unseen children, cheerful chirp Of crickets, and low lisp of rippling tide, Like summer clouds fantastical as sleep Changing unnoted while I gazed thereon. All these fair sounds and sights I made my own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I KNOW, I REMEMBER, BUT HOW CAN I HELP YOU by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE RIVALS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE PLACE OF PEACE by EDWIN MARKHAM SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HILDRUP TUBBS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LOVE POEM by KAREN SWENSON |