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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LOON, by ELEANOR STIMSON BROOKS First Line: A silent, winding stream, that wanders slow Last Line: Since the dim days that did creation mark. Alternate Author Name(s): Brooks, Van Wyck, Mrs. Subject(s): Loons; Wellesley College | |||
A SILENT, winding stream, that wanders slow Through tall marsh grasses, whispering in the night, Far down within its shadow depths; the light Of many twinkling stars, that faintly glow, While over them come, drifting aimlessly The pale, light wreaths of mist, the night breeze brings. Like gentle ghosts of timid woodland things From out the forest's shrouded mystery. Low in the sky, hangs the dim crescent moon. But hark! Across the marsh, a wavering note! Unutterably lonely, wild, remote, The melancholy night call of the loon! A quavering voice, it rises from the dark, A wild complaint, a cry primordial, rare, The very soul of heartbreak and despair Since the dim days that did creation mark. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES WRITTEN TO A TRANSLATOR OF GREEK POETRY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON THE LESSER BEAUTY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON WORK by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON IN MEMORY: MISS JEWETT by GRACE ALLERTON ANDREWS HERE ENTER NOT by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON I CLEANED MY HOUSE TODAY by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON MY GARDEN by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON |
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