"WHAT hearest thou? That swelling sigh and slow-rebellious moan Is the weir water talking all alone, The water, as at dusk through centuries flown, More audible now. "Once more thou seest The sun far off surrendering his tired head Into the seas of sleep? his royal red Shall soon salute the shepherds, comfort spread Through a clear east. "Thou feelest -- nothing But airs dark-fluttering from the bulrush-grove, Moth-like; and may not evening zephyrs rove? Or mist-veil brushed thee, fine as yet was wove For moonmaid's clothing." "Turn thy dear brow Full towards me, with thy young strong arm infold, For I am trapped, on a sudden made centuries old; Warm me a little, the mist clings deadly cold That veils me now." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YOUNG MYSTIC by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A HUNDRED COLLARS by ROBERT FROST CASSANDRA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ASPECTA MEDUSA by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI AN HYMN IN HONOUR OF BEAUTY by EDMUND SPENSER THE FORSAKEN by C. HAMILTON AIDE LILIES: 9. BENEATH LOFTIER STARS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) RUIN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 62. FAREWELL TO JULIET (14) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |