WE met on Nature's stage, And May had set the scene, With bishop-caps standing in delicate ranks, And violets blossoming over the banks, While the brook ran full between. The waters rang your call, With frolicsome waves a-twinkle, -- They knew you as boy, and they knew you as man, And every wave, as it merrily ran, Cried, "Enter Rip van Winkle!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY THE STATUE OF KING CHARLES AT CHARING CROSS by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. BENJAMIN PANTIER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IDYLLS OF THE KING: TO THE QUEEN by ALFRED TENNYSON I HAVE PRAYED by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS VERSES WRITTEN IN A BLANK LEAF OF TIGHE'S 'PSYCHE' by BERNARD BARTON MAZEPPA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON AN OLD SIOUX IN THE CITY by WILL CHAMBERLAIN LINES FROM A NOTEBOOK - OCTOBER/NOVEMBER 1806 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |