FAITH, peace and joy to-day brings: all has failed I this day put my hand to, well know I; Less blind than some so far, though that's not why; But with joy, peace and faith my spirit is mailed, Since on Wren's bridge at noon, unseen, unhailed, I, all alone, saw the kingfisher fly. Not as before, startled by friendly prod, In stagnant ditch to imagine something quiver, Lost while half-seen; but brilliant, clear, and broad, Forty-two yards up the middle of the river Under my eyes shot the turquoise unflawed! Nothing of me that bird knows and will never; But I rejoiced, as men rejoice in God, Not that He cares for them, but lives for ever. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DIALOGUE BETWEEN TWO SHEPHERDS IN PRAISE OF ASTRAEA by MARY SIDNEY HERBERT WHITE FIELDS by JAMES STEPHENS FOR NOEL (WHERE A GATE SWINGS EITHER WAY) by BEULAH ALLYNE BELL A HYMN OF TOUCH by GORDON BOTTOMLEY HADRIAN IN EGYPT by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE CAPTAIN by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE JOLLY COMPANY by RUPERT BROOKE CIPHERS by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN BALLAD TO THE TUNE - 'AND WILL YOU NOW TO PEACE INCLINE' by PATRICK CAREY |