There is a nook among the alders Still sleeping to the cat-bird's "Hush"; Below, a long stone-bridge is bending Above a runnel's silent rush. A dreamer hither often wanders And gathers many a snow-white stone; He weighs them, poised upon his fingers, Divining each one's silvery tone. He drops them! When the stream makes music, Fair visions with its vault-voice swell: And so, for us, the future rises, As thought-stones stir our heart's "Farewell!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESSAY ON STONE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE WRECK OF THE CIRCUS TRAIN by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE by JAMES GALVIN AFTER VERLAINE by ANSELM HOLLO COMPANIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LITTLE SON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON REVIEW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |