Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNETS: 2, by ALLAN PARK PATON First Line: How sweet thus in an idle boat to lie Last Line: A wandering spirit it will seem to me! Subject(s): Boats | ||||||||
How sweet thus in an idle boat to lie, Borne gently by the ebbing tide away -- In the cool wave a gurgling hand to play, Watching the shore we dreamily glide by; Or fix our gaze upon the evening sky, Where sinking Day, couch'd on the mountain'd West, His gold-fring'd cloud-robes draweth round his breast, And, like a king, prepareth him to die! Hush! it is music! -- How it thrills the sense As it comes trembling o'er the tranced sea, A rich and mellow voice! oh, say not whence (Say not from some becalmed company;) And -- my soul fill'd with yonder radiance -- A wandering spirit it will seem to me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS WATCHING THE NEEDLEBOATS AT SAN SABBA by JAMES JOYCE POEM FOR THE SEVENTH DAY by EVE MERRIAM MISSING THE BOAT by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE BLESSING THE BOATS (AT ST. MARY'S) by LUCILLE CLIFTON RAIN AFTER DROUGHT by ALLAN PARK PATON |
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