SWEET streamlet bason! at thy side Weary and faint within me cried My longing heart, -- In such pure deep How sweet it were to sit and sleep; To feel each passage from without Close up, -- above me and about, Those circling waters crystal clear, That calm impervious atmosphere! There on thy pearly pavement pure, To lean, and feel myself secure, Or through the dim-lit inter-space, Afar at whiles upgazing trace The dimpling bubbles dance around Upon thy smooth exterior face; Or idly list the dreamy sound Of ripples lightly flung, above That home, of peace, if not of love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FRAGMENT 113 by HILDA DOOLITTLE COLUMBIAN ODE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AFAR IN THE DESERT by THOMAS PRINGLE THE MAY QUEEN by ALFRED TENNYSON THE IVY; ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG FRIEND by BERNARD BARTON TO HIS LOVED SON, NAT. FIELD, AND HIS WEATHER-COCK WOMAN by GEORGE CHAPMAN (1559-1634) |