The going of the glade-boat The going of the glade-boat Is like water flowing; Is like water flowing; Like water flowing Like water flowing Through the green saw-grass, Through the green saw-grass, Under the rainbows; Under the rainbows; Under the rainbows Under the rainbows That are like birds, That are like birds, Turning, bedizened, Turning, bedizened, While the wind still whistles While the wind still whistles As kildeer do, As kildeer do, When they rise When they rise At the red turban At the red turban Of the boatman. Of the boatman. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE GREAT DEATH by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR THE INVESTITURE by CECIL DAY LEWIS HAIL TEESSIDE! by CECIL DAY LEWIS GOSSAMER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PRIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHEN I WAS A BIRD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |