Moving in liquid dark, night's water, a flat stone sinking, wobbling toward bottom; and not to wait there for morning, to see the sun up through the water, but to freeze until another glacier comes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD SQUIRE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ODE SUNG IN THE TOWN HALL, CONCORD, JULY 4, 1857 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE NIGHT OF TRAFALGAR by THOMAS HARDY LAMENT OF THE FRONTIER GUARD by LI PO SHEEP AND LAMBS by KATHARINE TYNAN THE MORAL FABLES: THE TRIAL OF THE FOX by AESOP EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 14. THE POWERFUL ATTRACTION by PHILIP AYRES |