BROAD, but not deep, along his rock-chafed bed In many a sparkling eddy winds the flood, Clasped by a margin of green underwood; A castled crag, with ivy garlanded, Sheer o'er the torrent frowns; above the mead De Burgho's towers, crumbling o'er many a rood, Stand gauntly out in airy solitude, Backed by yon furrowed mountain's tinted head. Sounds of far people, mingling with the fall Of waters, and the busy hum of bees, And larks in air, and throstles in the trees, Thrill the moist air with murmurs musical, While cottage smoke goes drifting on the breeze, And sunny clouds are floating over all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHITE SHIPS AND THE RED by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER NORTH-WEST PASSAGE: 3. IN PORT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TO MISS RIGBY, ON HER ATTENDANCE UPON HER MOTHER AT BUXTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A DAISY FROM THE PARTHENON by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES |