There are rivers lapsing down Lily-laden to the sea; Every lily is a boat For bees, one, two, or three: I wish there were a fairy boat For you, my friend, and me. We would rock upon the river, Scarcely floating by; Rocking rocking like the lilies, You, my friend, and I; Rocking like the stately lilies Beneath the statelier sky. But ah, where is that river Whose hyacinth banks descend Down to the sweeter lilies, Till soft their shadows blend Into a watery twilight? -- And ah, where is my friend? -- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE RETURNED GIRLS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS COVERING WINGS by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CAMPUS SONNET: RETURN - 1917 by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE WHITE PEACOCK by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET BURNING DAWN by HAYDEN CARRUTH LET ME NOT HATE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO EMILIE BIGELOW HAPGOOD - PHILANTHROPIST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |