Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AS RIVERS OF WATER IN A DRY PLACE, by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY First Line: Lonely, lonely lay the hill Last Line: Fresh as god's latest word! Subject(s): Brooks; Nature; Water; Streams; Creeks | ||||||||
LONELY, lonely lay the hill, Not a bird was there to sing, Not a bee was there to drone; The sky, unbrushed of any wing, Hung above me like a stone, And scarce my feet obeyed my will As heavily I walked alone. Then, like a tender memory, Crept up from off the lifeless ground The low, melodious lovely sound Of water lapsing secretly. A little sunken stream I found, And all the way was sweet to me. O ancient music earliest heard Ere tune was born or any bird, When first above the chaos wild The brooding spirit breathed and stirred; O first-born music, undefiled, Clear as the laughter of a child, Fresh as God's latest word! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN THE BROOK by ROBERT FROST 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 CHILD'S THOUGHTS by ANNA BUNSTON DE BARY |
|