Threading the evil hand and look I sprang, on sinews spare and light, To sleep beside a water-brook Where snow was sprinkled overnight. I spread my cloak upon the ground, I laid my head upon a stone, I stared into the sky and found That I no longer lived alone. He turned His burning eyes on me From smoke above a mountain-shelf; I did not want His company Who wanted no one but myself. I whistled shrill, I whistled keen; The birds were servant to my nod. They wove their wings into a screen Between my lovely ground and God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: HIAWATHA'S FASTING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ON LAYING THE CORNER-STONE OF THE BUNKER HILL MOMUMENT by JOHN PIERPONT THE CLERKS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON ENGLAND IN 1819 by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE WIDOW; SAPPHICS by ROBERT SOUTHEY AT LAST by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |