The golden river-reach afar Kisses the golden skies of even, And there's the first faint lover's star Alight along the walls of heaven. The river murmurs to the boughs, The boughs make music each to each, And still an amorous west wind soughs And loiters down the lonesome reach. And here on the slim arch that spans The rippling stream, in dark outline, You see the poor old fisherman's Bowed form and patient rod and line. A picture better than all art, Since none could catch that sunset stain, Or set in the soft twilight's heart This small strange touch of human pain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WENDELL PHILLIPS by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT GO SLEEP, MA HONEY by EDWARD D. BARKER HEROIC LOVE by JAMES GRAHAM (1612-1650) LET THE LIGHT ENTER (THE DYING WORDS OF GOETHE) by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER THE TRAVELLER AT THE SOURCE OF THE NILE by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS A CHARACTER by ALFRED TENNYSON A POEM FOR THE SEFIROT AS WHEEL OF LIGHT by NAFTALI BACHARACH |