IT is a lovely stream; its wavelets purl As if they echoed to the fall and rise Of the capricious breeze; each upward curl That splashes pearl, mirrors the fairy eyes Of viewless passer, and the billows hurl Their sparkles on her lap as o'er she flies. And see, where onward whirls, within a ring Of smoothest dimples, a dark fox-glove bell, Half stifled by the gush encircling; Perchance some tiny sprite crawled to that shell To sleep away the noon, and winds did swing Him into rest; for the warm sun was well Shaded off by the long and silky down; So I will save it, lest the elf should drown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VICAR by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED VIRGILS GNAT by EDMUND SPENSER CEREMONIAL ODE; INTENDED FOR A UNIVERSITY by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE UNKNOWN QUANTITY by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) ON THE THRESHOLD by ASTLEY H. BALDWIN ADONIS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |