THE light breeze makes the wavelets dance And ripple round our boat, Bright sunbeams through green branches glance, And on the wavelets float. We read with deep soul-stirring thrill Words of the long-past dead-- We cease, the song seems echoed still By the trees above our head. They tell us of those old old times When the far dead were young, They murmur low the old old rhymes Voices long hushed have sung. They tell how men of ages gone Beneath their shade would lie, Of fairy music's silver tone Ringing sweet melody; Then there was haunt of elf and fay By moonlight dancing by-- Pleasantly pass the hours away Listening dreamily, Or gazing at the clouds that sail Through the blue summer sky, Bidding them shadow out some tale, Some fancied history. So pleasantly the summer hours Pass all too soon away, Till, weeping dewy tears, the flowers Mourn for the dying day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHUT OUT by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE POWER OF MUSIC by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE NEW WORLD; TO THE PEOPLE OF THE UNITED STATES by LAURENCE BINYON THE CANTERBURY TALES: PROLOGUE TO SIR THOPAS by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |