When I had crossed the hill at last, And reached the water's brink, 'For once, in all my life,' thought I -- 'I'll swim in water fit to drink. 'In this calm lake, so clear and pure, Which has no weeds or thorns, I'll send a thousand small blue waves To butt the rocks with milk-white horns. 'I'll laugh and splash till, out of breath, My life is almost done; And all that's left is one wild hand Above me, clutching at the Sun!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SWAN AND THE GOOSE by AESOP MOTTO TO THE SONGS OF INNOCENCE & OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE EARTH TRIUMPHANT by CONRAD AIKEN THE PHANTOM REVIEW by SQUIRE OMAR BARKER THE BOY AND THE ANGEL by ROBERT BROWNING UNIVERSAL GOOD, THE OBJECT OF THE DIVINE WILL; AND EVIL by JOHN BYROM |