Classic and Contemporary Poetry
I LOVE A CARELESS STREAMLET, by HENRY DAVID THOREAU Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Last Line: Without the aid of steam Subject(s): Streams | ||||||||
I love a careless streamlet, That takes a mad-cap leap, And like a sparkling beamlet Goes dashing down the steep. Like torrents of the mountain We've coursed along the lea, From many a crystal fountain Toward the far-distant sea. And now we've gained life's valley, And through the lowlands roam, No longer may'st thou dally, No longer spout and foam. May pleasant meads await thee, Where thou may'st freely roll Towards that bright heavenly sea, Thy resting place and goal. And when thou reach'st life's down-hill, So gentle be thy stream, As would not turn a grist-mill Without the aid of steam. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RESOLVE by DENISE LEVERTOV 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 |
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