I've fond anticipation of a day O'erfilled with pure diversion presently, For I must read a lady poesy The while we glide by many a leafy bay, Hid deep in rushes, where at random play The glossy black winged May-flies, or whence flee Hush-throated nestlings in alarm, Whom we have idly frighted with our boat's long sway. For, least o'ersaddened by such woes as spring To rural peace from our meek onward trend, What else more fit? We'll draw the light latch-string And close the door of sense; then satiate wend, On poesy's transforming giant wing, To worlds afar whose fruits all anguish mend. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 6. RUINS OF PAESTUM by SARA TEASDALE MY ORCHA'D IN LINDEN LEA by WILLIAM BARNES HUMAN LIFE: ON THE DENIAL OF IMMORTALITY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SEA GODS: 3 by HILDA DOOLITTLE THE NIGHT-PIECE: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK BALLADE OF BROKEN FLUTES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |