When April rains and the great spring-tide Cover the lowlands far and wide, And eastern winds blow somewhat harsh Over the salt and mildewed marsh, Then the grasses take deeper root, Sucking, athirst and resolute; And when the waters eddy away, Flowing in trenches to Newark Bay, The fibrous blades grow rank and tall, And from their tops the red-birds call. Five miles in width the moor is spread; Two broad rivers its borders thread; The schooners which up their channels pass Seem to be sailing in the grass, Save as they rise with the moon-drawn sea, Twice in the day, continuously. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TEMERAIRE by HERMAN MELVILLE PREPARATORY MEDITATIONS, 2D SERIES: 3 by EDWARD TAYLOR TO A PROFILE by BERNARD BARTON COSMIC BLESSINGS by SISTER BENEDICTION BBC by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB THE ISLAND by AUDREY ALEXANDRA BROWN |