Budging the sluggard ripples of the Somme, A barge round old Cerisy slowly slewed. Softly her engines down the current screwed And chuckled in her, with contented hum. Till fairy tinklings struck their croonings dumb. The waters rampling at the stern subdued. The lock-gate took her bulging amplitude. Gently from out the gurgling lock she swum. One reading by that sunset raised his eyes To watch her lessening westward quietly, Till, as she neared the bend, her funnel screamed. And that long lamentation made him wise How unto Avalon, in agony, Kings passed in the dark barge, which Merlin dreamed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHEPHERD BOY'S SONG, FR. THE PILGRIM'S PROGRESS by JOHN BUNYAN SAILING BEYOND SEAS (OLD STYLE) by JEAN INGELOW ANSWER TO MASTER WITHER'S SONG, 'SHALL I, WASTING IN DESPAIR?' by BEN JONSON MEN AND BOYS by KARL THEODORE KORNER LINCOLN, THE MAN OF THE PEOPLE by EDWIN MARKHAM FAST ANCHOR'D ETERNAL O LOVE! by WALT WHITMAN |