THERE was a mighty river that I knew In time long-by; it made me hold my breath To watch its wondrous ways -- so wide it grew, So plain the darker eddies spoke of death, The lads that dared to swim it were so few! Man grown, to-day I muse the stream beside, And smile, remembering -- for 'tis a span And nothing more to reach across its tide, While in the blackest pools your eyes may scan The bottom, where the minnows hunt and hide. Mayhap the rivers will not shrink to streams, In that dim land that lies beyond our dreams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A TREE FALLEN ACROSS THE ROAD (TO HEAR US TALK) by ROBERT FROST OCTOBER by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS GOD KNOWETH by MARY GARDNER BRAINARD THE AUTHOR'S FRIEND TO THE READER by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) VERSES TO RANKINE by ROBERT BURNS LITTLE SISTER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON THE RIVER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON TALES OF THE HALL: BOOK 16. LADY BARBARA; OR, THE GHOST by GEORGE CRABBE |