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. @3and Back@1 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...ESTONIAN BRIDAL SONG by JOHANN GOTTFRIED VON HERDER GLOTTO'S TOWER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW TO STATECRAFT EMBALMED by MARIANNE MOORE BEAUREGARD by CATHERINE ANNE WARFIELD PASSIO XL MARTYRUM by ARTHUR E. BAKER WHO KNOWS WHERE BEAUTY LIES? by AGNES STEWART BECK SILVIO'S COMPLAINT: A SONG, TO A FINE SCOTCH TUNE by APHRA BEHN |