Up, my jewel! let's away There where none but young love lingers; Bells are ringing folks to pray, But ours are older bells and ringers, Where the stream's broken gleams Glance through tresses of green willow, Fishes glide, and beside Flowers laugh, blue, white and yellow. On this bridge 'tis good to lean, Cooling care with the dance and dripple, Nor do you your lovelight screen But outgleam the dimpling ripple: Minim waves, nutshell caves, Cataracts over pebbles hurling, To whose falls on the walls Myriad mimic suns go twirling! But what dying dying fall, What low ebbing syllables Hear I now? what ghosts recall Their shadowing piteous chronicles? O my dear! this pale fear -- Sun so cold, so dark! O never -- My life stream's broken gleams Stolen into the gulf for ever! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TOM O'ROUGHLEY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS PALABRAS CARINOSAS (SPANISH AIR) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONNET: 116 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE A RHYMED REVIEW; 'LAUGHING MUSE' (BY ARTHUR GUITERMAN) by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 42. AUGMENTED BY FAVOURABLE BLASTS by PHILIP AYRES THE TULIP AND THE LILY, SELECTION by JAMES BARCLAY TO MY TOTEM by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING |