CHARMED to most crystal stillness by a wand Of sunlit calm, the mountain lake to-day Thought all her steep groves over, leaf and spray, Nor missed one dim bluebell or tawny frond— So earnestly her lovely task she conned— Or streak of gold-green turf that seemed a ray 'Twixt beechen stems, or lichened boulder grey, Or curve of keen-edged crag uplift beyond. And now the flagging pinion of a breeze Scarce flicked the water, yet swift ripples press With myriad lines to blur all trace of these. Great wealth, sad heart, were thine did'st thou possess But half her gift: such happy memories To brood on—or such deft forgetfulness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APPROACH OF WINTER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS JUST & UNJUST by CHARLES SYNGE CHRISTOPHER BOWEN AFTER WINTER by STERLING ALLEN BROWN STANZAS FOR MUSIC (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON MILTON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE BABY, FR. AT THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND by GEORGE MACDONALD |