The blackbird sang, the skies were clear and clean We bowled along a road that curved a spine Superbly sinuous and serpentine Thro' silent symphonies of summer green. Sudden the Forth came on us -- sad of mien, No cloud to colour it, no breeze to line: A sheet of dark, dull glass, without a sign Of life or death, two spits of sand between. Water and sky merged blank in mist together, The Fort loomed spectral, and the Guardship's spars Traced vague, black shadows on the shimmery glaze: We felt the dim, strange years, the grey, strange weather, The still, strange land, unvexed of sun or stars, Where Lancelot rides clanking thro' the haze. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 43 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING APOLOGIA PRO VITA SUA by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE GLOW-WORM by WILLIAM COWPER THE COMET AT YELL'HAM by THOMAS HARDY SONNET: 16. TO THE LORD GENERAL CROMWELL, MAY 1652 by JOHN MILTON MAIDEN MELANCHOLY by RAINER MARIA RILKE NOVEMBER, 1806 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PIONEER WOMAN by EVA K. ANGLESBURG LETTER TO B.W. PROCTOR, ESQ., FROM OXFORD; MAY, 1825 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |