THE wooded hill slopes down even unto the stream; its mirrored image in the tranquil water lies; rocked in the darker half the deep green branches seem, and in the azure half the spaces of the skies. Here like a skiey pearl a slender shallop glides, a raft of branches rides not very far away. . . . Under my very eyes the mist that blinds me hides and mingles raft and sail into the whelming wave. Images of our dreams gone down into the deeps, O aimless raft and sail with watery ports ahead, blue dream and dark which down the cruel river sweeps, lost in the wandering wave and mingled there and dead. The wooded hill slopes down even unto the stream. A field of butter-cups shakes on the other shore. In the sky overcast the pallid flashes gleam. . . . Ah for our dreams that rise and perish evermore! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STROLLER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE INDIAN WEED by RALPH ERSKINE SEVEN AGES OF MAN, FR. AS YOU LIKE IT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONNET: 66 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE GREATER LOVE by ANTIPATER OF SIDON SUNSET ON THE ORANGE MOUNTAINS by ADRIAN BERKOWITZ HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 23 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |