Crystal parting the meads. A boat drifted up it like a swan. Tranquil, lovely, its bright front to the waters, A slow swan is gone. Full waters, O flowing silver, Pure, level with the clover, It will stain drowning a star, With the moon it will brim over. Running through lands dewy and shorn, Cattle stoop at its brink, And every fawny-colored throat Will sway its bells and drink. I saw a boat sailing the river With a tranced gait. It seemed Loosed by a spell from its moorings, Or a thing the helmsman dreamed. They said it would carry no traveler, But the vessel would go down, If a heart were heavy-winged, Or the bosom it dwelt in, stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STORIES ARE MADE OF MISTAKES by JAMES GALVIN CREDO by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE OCTOROON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: BARNEY HAINSFEATHER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JACOB GODBEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TUNICA PALLIO PROPRIOR by MARIANNE MOORE THE DIORAMA PAINTER AT THE MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY by KAREN SWENSON BALLAD MADE AT THE REQUEST OF HIS MOTHER .. PRAY TO OUR LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON |