'WHO comes so gracefully Gliding along, While the blue rivulet Sleeps to her song; Song, richly vying With the faint sighing Which swans, in dying, Sweetly prolong?' So sung the shepherd-boy By the stream's side, Watching that fairy-boat Down the flood glide, Like a bird winging, Through the waves bringing That Syren, singing To the hushed tide. 'Stay', said the shepherd-boy, 'Fairy-boat, stay, Linger, sweet minstrelsy, Linger, a day.' But vain his pleading, Past him, unheeding, Song and boat speeding, Glided away. So to our youthful eyes Joy and hope shone; So, while we gazed on them, Fast they flew on; Like flowers, declining Even in the twining, One moment shining, And the next—gone! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A TREE FALLEN ACROSS THE ROAD (TO HEAR US TALK) by ROBERT FROST IN THE NEOLITHIC AGE by RUDYARD KIPLING THE OLD BRIDGE by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER SUNSET IN THE DEVIL'S GLEN: COUNTY WICKLOW by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG DAWN AT LEXINGTON by KATHARINE LEE BATES SOUTH STATE STREET, CHICAGO by MAXWELL BODENHEIM |