Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE BROOK, by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Up, my jewel! Let's away Last Line: Stolen into the gulf for ever! Alternate Author Name(s): Blunden, Edmund Subject(s): Brooks; Streams; Creeks | ||||||||
Up, my jewel! let's away There where none but young love lingers; Bells are ringing folks to pray, But ours are older bells and ringers, Where the stream's broken gleams Glance through tresses of green willow, Fishes glide, and beside Flowers laugh, blue, white and yellow. On this bridge 'tis good to lean, Cooling care with the dance and dripple, Nor do you your lovelight screen But outgleam the dimpling ripple: Minim waves, nutshell caves, Cataracts over pebbles hurling, To whose falls on the walls Myriad mimic suns go twirling! But what dying dying fall, What low ebbing syllables Hear I now? what ghosts recall Their shadowing piteous chronicles? O my dear! this pale fear -- Sun so cold, so dark! O never -- My life stream's broken gleams Stolen into the gulf for ever! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN THE BROOK by ROBERT FROST A CLEARING BY A STREAM by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER STREAM by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER THE ASPEN AND THE STREAM by RICHARD WILBUR WEST RUNNING BROOK by ROBERT FROST BIRCH STREAM by ANNA BOYNTON AVERILL THE VALLEY BROOK by JOHN HOWARD BRYANT ALMSWOMEN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |
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