Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE SONG OF THE LIGHT CANOE, by HORACE SPENCER FISKE First Line: When the dew is fresh and the grasses wet Last Line: When the flush of the sunset dies. Subject(s): Boats; Canoes & Canoeing; Rivers; Sailing & Sailors; Water; Seamen; Sails | ||||||||
WHEN the dew is fresh and the grasses wet And the breeze is rippling bright, I shove from the shore without an oar In the gray of the morning light. And my heart leaps up at the paddle flash As my boat leaps on its way, And a song wells out as I look about On the sweetness of the day. . . . . . . . . When the river rests and the ripples sleep And the hills are tinged with red, I sail the sky that has fallen from high On the shining river-bed. And my soul drinks deep of the evening calm As the ends of my paddle play, And a song breathes soft to the sky aloft In the hush of the fading day: Oh, smooth and free is the boat for me That slides with a noiseless wake, Like a bird's free flight through the liquid light Or a swan's through the sky-filled lake; And the paddle-flash with never a plash, As the day fades from my eyes, Is sweet as a star that gleams afar When the flush of the sunset dies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SAILS OF MURMUR by ANSELM HOLLO THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TOM BOWLING ['S EPITAPH] by CHARLES DIBDIN HOW'S MY BOY? by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL LOVE AT SEA by THEOPHILE GAUTIER A SONG TO ILLINOIS by HORACE SPENCER FISKE |
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