I KNOW when noon drives shadowward their feet With silent tread to find their cool retreat, Where thro' the cresses and the pebbled ooze The roaming Naiad a random path doth choose I gaze my fill upon the pale nymph shown With bare limbs lissom on the green bank prone, Who droops on to her hand, by lulling streams Her reed-encircled forehead while she dreams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MEMORY by HAYDEN CARRUTH PEACE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON HUNTINGDON'S 'MIRANDA' by SIDNEY LANIER TWO POEMS FROM THE WAR: 1 by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: THE VERDICT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JOHN WILKES BOOTH AT THE FARM (JANUARY 12, 1848) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |