Down by the bridge the speckled trout Lie quiet in the pool, A dragon-fly darts in and out The shadows deep and cool. Out in the Desert, far away, I wonder do you dream Of willow-trees that bend and sway Beside a dappled stream: Of quiet hours with rod and line Casting your chosen fly, Sad if the weather were too fine, If fish were small or shy: Of ripples chilly as they climb Your waters tall and black, Of soft green bank for picnic-time, Of flask and sandwich pack? Down where the pool is deep and clear The fat brown trout increase, Waiting till once again are here The quiet days of peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMPRESSIONS OF FRANCOIS-MARIE AROUET (DE VOLTAIRE) by EZRA POUND MY MOTHER, 1930 by KAREN SWENSON SICILIAN EMIGRANT'S SONG by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS WHERE A ROMAN VILLA STOOD, ABOVE FREIBURG' by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE WHITE CASCADE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES SONNET: 45 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY A SONNET WRITTEN BY A NYMPH IN HER OWN BLOOD by CLAUDIO ACHILLINI |