The headlights raced; the moon, death-faced, Stared down on that golden river. I saw through the smoke the scarlet cloak Of a boy who could not shiver. His father's hand forced him to stand, The traffic thundered slaughter; One foot he thrust in the whirling dust As it were running water. As in a dream I saw the stream Scatter in drops that glistened; They flamed, they flashed, his brow they splashed, And danger's son was christened. The portent passed; his fate was cast, Sea-farer, desert-ranger. Tearless I smiled on that fearless child Dipping his foot in Danger. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DELICACIES by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS INDEPENDENCE DAY by ROYALL TYLER INCIDENT CHARACTERISTIC OF A FAVOURITE DOG by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH IN BATTLE by ABUL HASAN OF BADAJOZ SUNSET-MOOD by STANLEY E. BABB THE FLYING WORDS by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP |