Crystal parting the meads. A boat drifted up it like a swan. Tranquil, lovely, its bright front to the waters, A slow swan is gone. Full waters, O flowing silver, Pure, level with the clover, It will stain drowning a star, With the moon it will brim over. Running through lands dewy and shorn, Cattle stoop at its brink, And every fawny-colored throat Will sway its bells and drink. I saw a boat sailing the river With a tranced gait. It seemed Loosed by a spell from its moorings, Or a thing the helmsman dreamed. They said it would carry no traveler, But the vessel would go down, If a heart were heavy-winged, Or the bosom it dwelt in, stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLAD MADE AT THE REQUEST OF HIS MOTHER .. PRAY TO OUR LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON LOW BAROMETER by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE JOURNEY by EMILY DICKINSON TIPPERARY: 4. BY OUR OWN A. E. HOUSMAN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE PERSIANS (PERSAE): SALAMIS - MESSENGER by AESCHYLUS ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 14. THE COMPLAINT by MARK AKENSIDE SONG-TIME by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH STANZAS, COMPOSED WHILE WALKING ON WARREN HILL, EARLY SUMMER'S MORNING by BERNARD BARTON |