WHICH is more sweet, -- the slow mysterious stream, Where sleeps the pike throughout the long noon hours, Which moats with emerald old cathedral towers, And winds through tufted timber like the dream That glides through summer sleep; where white swans teem, And dragonflies and broad-leaved floating flowers, Where through the hanging boughs you see the mowers Among the grasses whet their scythes that gleam; Or that blue brook where leaps the speckled trout, That laughs and sings and dances on its way Among a thousand bafflings in and out; Bubbling and gurgling through the livelong day Between the stones, in riot, reel, and rout, While rays of sun make rainbows in the spray? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY ORCHA'D IN LINDEN LEA by WILLIAM BARNES THE CRUEL MISTRESS by THOMAS CAREW YOUTH, DAY, OLD AGE AND NIGHT by WALT WHITMAN THE SMALL CELANDINE by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE IRISH MOTHER'S LAMENT by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER |