I ROSE while yet the cattle, heat-opprest, Crowded together under rustling trees Brushed by the current of the water-breeze; And for 'their' sakes, and love of all that rest, On Duddon's margin, in the sheltering nest; For all the startled scaly tribes that slink Into his coverts, and each fearless link Of dancing insects forged upon his breast; For these, and hopes and recollections worn Close to the vital seat of human clay; Glad meetings, tender partings, that upstay The drooping mind of absence, by vows sworn In his pure presence near the trysting thorn -- I thanked the Leader of my onward way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAF HOUSE AGENT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SAINT PATRICK by EDWIN MARKHAM IN THE DAYS OF PRISMATIC COLOR by MARIANNE MOORE IN A RAILROAD STATION by SARA TEASDALE THE BLIND MEN AND THE ELEPHANT by JOHN GODFREY SAXE SONNET: HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |