AS over muddy shores a dragon flock Went, in an early age from ours discrete, Before the grim race found oblivion meet; And as Time harden'd into iron rock That unclean mud, and into clifls did lock The story of those terrifying feet With hooked claws and wrinkled scale complete, Till quarrying startles us with amaz'd shock: So there was something wont to pass along The plashy marge of early consciousness. Now the quagmires are turned to pavement strong; Those outer twilight regions bold I may Explore, - yet still I shudder with distress To find detested tracks of his old way | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXILE TO HIS WIFE by JOSEPH BRENAN HYPOCRISY by SAMUEL BUTLER (1612-1680) WAR IS KIND: 21 by STEPHEN CRANE LOVE IN THE WINDS by RICHARD HOVEY THE ROSARY by ROBERT CAMERON ROGERS SABBATH MORNING by L. DALE AHERN PALINODE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |