If I lived in sight of the lake I should make A poem most exquisite, tender Of its bosom at sunlight, its bosom in cloud Of the gold of its eventide splendor. If I lived in sound of the lake, I should break The heads of the fishermen yelling; With a whack for the lies they are dying to tell And some more for the ones they are telling. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING II by HAYDEN CARRUTH ESSAY ON STONE by HAYDEN CARRUTH ABOVE HALF MOON by JAMES GALVIN SYNOPSIS OF A FAILED POEM by JAMES GALVIN IVY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPRINGTIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |