THE stream came plunging and leaping, And white was the crash of its glee. Whence came it, a hunter unsleeping, In headlong hunt for the sea? From the silent tarn up yonder! -- The cloistered tarn, that abides Where the guarding mountains ponder As they gaze on the far-off tides. And there, immured from commotion, The cloistered tarn is at rest, That has only dreamed of the ocean, And the heart of pearl in its breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EARTH'S IMMORTALITIES: LOVE by ROBERT BROWNING AT CASTLE BOTEREL by THOMAS HARDY THE BROWN THRUSH by LUCY LARCOM SAINT AGNES' EVE by ALFRED TENNYSON STEEL MILL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER WHEN TWILIGHT COMES WITH DREAMS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |