There are rivers lapsing down Lily-laden to the sea; Every lily is a boat For bees, one, two, or three: I wish there were a fairy boat For you, my friend, and me. We would rock upon the river, Scarcely floating by; Rocking rocking like the lilies, You, my friend, and I; Rocking like the stately lilies Beneath the statelier sky. But ah, where is that river Whose hyacinth banks descend Down to the sweeter lilies, Till soft their shadows blend Into a watery twilight? -- And ah, where is my friend? -- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EAGLE THAT IS FORGOTTEN by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY CREDO by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON UNEXPECTED FORTUNE by ABUL QASIM OF SILVES AGAMEMNON: CHORUS by AESCHYLUS EURIPIDES by ALEXANDER AETOLUS AFTER SUNSET by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |