Deep the well and dark the water, Far we let our pitchers down. Prisoned water, prisoned water, Fill the gleaming pitchers brown; Fill and brim and sparkle after; Pools of sunlight edged with laughter Wait their guest in Celeus' town. When we lean above the water, Imaged in the twilight lies One who comes for Celeus' daughter, Kindly brave and kindly wise. Shadowy layers of darkness cover Him, the coming lord and lover -- Hers who has the brightest eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO THE BROWN PAPER BAG by JAMES GALVIN TO HELEN KELLER - HUMANITARIAN, SOCIAL DEMOCRAT, GREAT SOUL by EDWIN MARKHAM DILIGENCE IS TO MAGIC AS PROGRESS IS TO FLIGHT by MARIANNE MOORE TO A SCREEN-MAKER by MARIANNE MOORE DEMOS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |