I looked across the water, I bent o'er it and listened, I thought it was my lover, My true lover's paddle glistened. Joyous thus his light canoe would the silver ripples wake. -- But no! -- it is the loon alone -- the loon upon the lake. Ah me! it is the loon alone -- the loon upon the lake. I see the fallen maple Where he stood, his red scarf waving, Though waters nearly bury Boughs they then were newly laving. I hear his last farewell, as it echoed from the brake. -- But no, it is the loon alone -- the loon upon the lake, Ah me! it is the loon alone -- the loon upon the lake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER THE RAIN by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE MARSEILLAISE by CLAUDE JOSEPH ROUGET DE LISLE MY MOTHER by WILLIAM BELL SCOTT HE WISHES FOR THE CLOTHS OF HEAVEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SONG OF THE SPANISH JEWS by GRACE AGUILAR THE HUNTER'S SONG by WILLIAM BASSE EUCALYPTUS TREES by SISTER BENEDICTION |