SWEET in the rushes The reed-singers make A music that hushes The life of the lake; The leaves are dumb, And the tides are still, And no calls come From the flocks on the hill. Forgotten now Are nightingales, And on his bough The linnet fails, -- Midway the mere My mirrored boat Shall rest and hear A slenderer note. Though, heart, you measure But one proud rhyme, You build a treasure Confounding time -- Sweet in the rushes The reed-singers make A music that hushes The life of the lake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PROMETHEUS by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE FONTENOY, 1745: 1. BEFORE THE BATTLE: NIGHT by EMILY LAWLESS POMONA by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) BIRD CONVERSATIONS, SELECTION by FARID OD-DIN MOHAMMAD EBN EBRAHIM ATTAR STANZAS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON EGYPTIAN THEOSOPHY by MATHILDE BLIND |