Row, row, row, row, Josie and I are rowing, Over the sky, and over the clouds, And over the tree-tops going. Glide, glide, glide, glide, Shadow and sunshine sifting, Into the blue, and into the dark, And into the golden drifting. Swift, swift, swift, swift, Swift flow the lilies by us; Sleepy-head turtles from low-lying log Lazily blink and eye us. Drift, drift, drift, drift, Broad is the stream and steady, Narrowing now to a frolicsome flow With many a dimpling eddy. Slow, slow, slow, slow, Josie and I together. Josie is fair as a lily bud And sweet as the summer weather. Row, row, row, row, Josie and I are rowing; Over the sky and over the sun And out of the world we are going. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DISMAL MOMENT PASSING by CLARENCE MAJOR STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 5. MARYLAND by CLARENCE MAJOR FROM THE AGES WITH A SMILE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ERASMUS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SANTA FE SKETCHES by CARL SANDBURG |