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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FLOATING HEARTS, by GEORGE BRADFORD BARTLETT First Line: One of indian summer's most perfect days Last Line: Has never been able to get away. Subject(s): Assabet River, Massachusetts; Rivers | |||
ONE of Indian summer's most perfect days Is dreamily dying in golden haze; Fair Assabet blushes in rosy bliss, Reflecting the sun's warm good-night kiss. Through a fleet of leaf-barques gold and brown From the radiant maples shaken down, By the ancient hemlocks grim and gray, Our boat drifts slowly on its way; Down past Egg Rock and the meadows wide, 'Neath the old red bridge we slowly glide, Till we see the Minute-man strong and grand, And the moss-grown manse in the orchard land. The boat is as full as a boat should be, Just nobody in it but you and me. As brown as the leaves are her beautiful eyes, And as graceful her hand on the water lies As she catches the leaves which languid float On the lazy current along the boat. Now she asks its name as she tears one apart -- "Fair lady, that is a 'floating heart.'" Sad wrecks of years have drifted down In the dreamless ocean to sink and drown, Since the beautiful eyes saw that lovely night And haloed the river with visions bright; But the floating heart that was caught that day Has never been able to get away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RIVERS INTO SEAS by LYNDA HULL TO A WOMAN GLANCING UP FROM THE RIVER by LARRY LEVIS TWO-RIVER LEDGER by KHALED MATTAWA HE FINDS THE MANSION by JAMES MCMICHAEL THE RIVERS by CLARIBEL ALEGRIA VERMILION FLYCATCHER, SAN PEDRO RIVER, ARIZONA by MARGARET ATWOOD THE PORCH OVER THE RIVER by WENDELL BERRY THE RIVER BRIDGED AND FORGOT by WENDELL BERRY CHANNEL FIRING by THOMAS HARDY |
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