DRIFTING in our frail canoe On the dusky, silent stream, Dearest, see! The sunset-gleam Fires love's torch for me and you. Coral clouds and pearly sky, Flaming in the farthest west, Softly whisper peace and rest, Peace and rest that never die. Let us shun the sable shore, Frowning at us slipping by. Let's be happy, you and I, Drifting, drifting evermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THIRTY EIGHT. ADDRESSED TO MRS. H -- Y. by CHARLOTTE SMITH HOW DOES THE RAIN COME? by CHARLES ROLLIN BALLARD PSALM 4; AUGUST 10, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE JERUSALEM by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD LIFE EFFECTUAL by ANNE MILLAY BREMER THE JUNGFRAU'S CRY by STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE |