As when down some broad river dropping, we Day after day behold the assuming shores Sink and grow dim, as the great watercourse Pushes his banks apart and seeks the sea: Benches of pines, high shelf and balcony, To flats of willow and low sycamores Subsiding, till where'er the wave we see, Himself is his horizon utterly. So fades the portion of our early world, Still on the ambit hangs the purple air; Yet while we lean to read the secret there, The stream that by green shoresides plashed and purled Expands: the mountains melt to vapors rare, And life alone circles out flat and bare. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE MOUNTAIN FASTNESS by HAYDEN CARRUTH FINIS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON NOBODY'S LOOKIN' BUT DE OWL AND DE MOON (A NEGRO SERENADE) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DEAF HOUSE AGENT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SORROWING LOVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |