Where cows did slowly seek the brink O' Stour, drough zunburnt grass, to drink; Wi' vishèn float, that there did zink An' rise, I zot as in a dream. The dazzlèn zun did cast his light On hedge-row blossom, snowy white, Though nothèn yet did come in zight, A-stirrèn on the straÿèn stream; Till, out by sheädy rocks there show'd, A bwoat along his foamy road, Wi' thik feäir maïd at mill, a-row'd Wi' Jeäne behind her brother's oars An' steätely as a queen o' vo'k, She zot wi' floatèn scarlet cloak, An' comèn on, at ev'ry stroke, Between my withy-sheäded shores. The broken stream did idly try To show her sheäpe a-ridèn by, The rushes brown-bloom'd stems did ply, As if they bow'd to her by will. The rings o' water, wi' a sock, Did break upon the mossy rock, An' gi'e my beätèn heart a shock, Above my float's up-leäpèn quill. Then, lik' a cloud below the skies, A-drifted off, wi' less'nèn size, An' lost, she floated vrom my eyes, Where down below the stream did wind; An' left the quiet weäves woonce mwore To zink to rest, a sky-blue'd vloor, Wi' all so still's the clote they bore, Aye, all but my own ruffled mind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISTMAS AT INDIAN POINT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS REINFORCEMENTS by MARIANNE MOORE THE CLOISTER by ISAAC ROSENBERG DEEP IN THE NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE DOWN-HILL ON A BICYCLE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |