WHERE tongues were loud and hearts were light I heard the Ancre flow; Waking oft at the mid of night I heard the Ancre flow. I heard it crying, that sad rill, Below the painful ridge, By the burnt unraftered mill And the relic of a bridge. And could this sighing water seem To call me far away, And its pale word dismiss as dream The voices of to-day? The voices in the bright room chilled And that mourned on alone; The silence of the full moon filled With that brook's troubling tone. The struggling Ancre had no part In these new hours of mine, And yet its stream ran through my heart; I heard it grieve and pine, As if its rainy tortured blood Had swirled into my own, When by its battered bank I stood And shared its wounded moan. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SUICIDE IN THE TRENCHES by SIEGFRIED SASSOON SONNET (1) by JOACHIM DU BELLAY PARADISE by CHARLES GRANGER BLANDEN TO A MOUNTAIN BROOK by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON WORDS ON PUBLIC AFFAIRS by WITTER BYNNER |