I SAW a little stream to-day That sprang right away From the cornice of rock -- Sprang like a deer, not slid; And the Tritons to mock -- Old dissolute Tritons -- "Hurroo!" They said, "We'll teach him a thing or two, This upland babe." And I've no doubt they did. But, as he lightly fell, midway His robe of bright spray He flung in my face, Then down to the soles and the cods With his sweet young grace. Ah, what will the stripling learn, From those rude mates -- that mountain burn, What manners of th' extremely early gods? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON JUBILATE AGNO: GARDNER'S TALENT by CHRISTOPHER SMART THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: JUNE by EDMUND SPENSER EMPORIUM VERSUS NEW YORK, 1854 by JACOB BIGELOW CONCERT PARTY: BUSSEBOOM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: THE TWO VOICES by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |