I see it as it looked one afternoon In August, - by a fresh soft breeze o'erblown. The swiftness of the tide, the light thereon, A far-off sail, white as a crescent moon. The shining waters with pale currents strewn, The quiet fishing-smacks, the Eastern cove, The semi-circle of its dark, green grove. The luminous grasses, and the merry sun In the grave sky; the sparkle far and wide, Laughter of unseen children, cheerful chirp Of crickets, and low lisp of rippling tide, Like summer clouds fantastical as sleep Changing unnoted while I gazed thereon. All these fair sounds and sights I made my own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REUBEN JAMES by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE MOUNTAIN FROLIC by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS EXALTATION by HILDA WHILT ARCHER UNKNOWN QUANTITY by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) WE'LL GO NO MORE THE WOODLAND WAY by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE |