I heard the sound Of wild geese calling Over the river As night was falling -- In a procession, Wedge-shaped, flying ... Each to each With passion replying. Like harps by the river Were grasses swaying, Winds of evening Upon them playing, While sunset and water And wild birds flying Plucked the heart like a lute To a minstrel's crying. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF THE LITTLE WHITE GIRL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO A FRIEND I CAN'T FIND by JAMES GALVIN TO AN EARLY DAFFODIL; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |