THE silver eel slips through the waving weeds, And in the tunnelled shining stone recedes; The earnest eye surveys the crystal pond And guards the cave: the sweet shoals pass beyond. The watery jewels that these have for eyes, The tiger streaks of him that hindmost plies, The red-gold wings that smooth their daring paces, The sunlight dancing about their airs and graces, Burn that strange watcher's heart; then the sly brain Speaks, all the dumb shoal shrieks, and by the stone The silver death writhes with the chosen one. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BAY FIGHT by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL A CORN SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO A CHILD OF QUALITY, FIVE YEARS OLD. THE AUTHOR THAN FORTY by MATTHEW PRIOR AGE IN YOUTH by TRUMBULL STICKNEY CRISPUS ATTUCKS by OLIVA WARD BUSH |