I leave the meadow for the brook, Speed, speed, my icy carriers, Away, away, the black ice lies, And where I glide, on either side The woody midnight's rise -- Speed, speed, speed on ye tarriers. The ice-fields fall -- a distant boom -- On, on, from gloom to deeper gloom -- Speed, speed, let darkness follow. Alone, alone, the breezes moan Gives steel to steel; I wheel and reel On rippled ice and hollow. The ice once more is smooth, before I swerve from brook to river, And as I dash, the musk-rat's plash Comes from the hazy, fleeing shore, Where first the moonbeams quiver. @3and Back@1 The moon is up, and I am weary. Beyond, the lane-like brook lies dreary; Hours fleet, I stumble on o'er crusted snow; With reeds the ice is bearded as I go. Afar I wend, and I am weary, -- The clouded moon is dim and bleary. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAPPER KAPLINSKI AT THE NORTH SIDE CUE CLUB by HAYDEN CARRUTH PARAGRAPHS: 16 by HAYDEN CARRUTH JAWEH AND ALLAH BATTLE by ALLEN GINSBERG THE DAY OF THE DEAD SOLDIERS; MARY 30, 1869 by EMMA LAZARUS LINCOLN TRIUMPHANT by EDWIN MARKHAM |