Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DOWN THE BROOK, by ROBERT FROST Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: I leave the meadow for the brook Last Line: The clouded moon is dim and bleary. Subject(s): Brooks; Streams; Creeks | ||||||||
I leave the meadow for the brook, Speed, speed, my icy carriers, Away, away, the black ice lies, And where I glide, on either side The woody midnight's rise -- Speed, speed, speed on ye tarriers. The ice-fields fall -- a distant boom -- On, on, from gloom to deeper gloom -- Speed, speed, let darkness follow. Alone, alone, the breezes moan Gives steel to steel; I wheel and reel On rippled ice and hollow. The ice once more is smooth, before I swerve from brook to river, And as I dash, the musk-rat's plash Comes from the hazy, fleeing shore, Where first the moonbeams quiver. and Back The moon is up, and I am weary. Beyond, the lane-like brook lies dreary; Hours fleet, I stumble on o'er crusted snow; With reeds the ice is bearded as I go. Afar I wend, and I am weary, -- The clouded moon is dim and bleary. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CLEARING BY A STREAM by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER STREAM by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER THE ASPEN AND THE STREAM by RICHARD WILBUR WEST RUNNING BROOK by ROBERT FROST BIRCH STREAM by ANNA BOYNTON AVERILL THE VALLEY BROOK by JOHN HOWARD BRYANT A COMPARISON [ADDRESSED] TO A YOUNG LADY by WILLIAM COWPER |
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