THROUGH briery ways, from underneath The far-off sadness of the gold That fades above the sun, the waves Swift to our very feet are rolled. Above, beyond, to either side, The sombre woods bend overhead; And underneath, the wild brown waves Leap joyously, with lightsome tread, From rock to rock, and laugh and sing, Like lonely maids in woods at play; Till in the cold, still pool below, A-sudden checked, they stand at bay, Like girls who, in their mood of joy, To this more solemn woodland glide, And with some brief, sweet terror touched, Stand wistful, trembling, tender-eyed. What half-felt sense of something gone, What sadness in the moveless woods; What sorrow haunts yon amber sky, That over all so darkly brood! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WITCH by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE WHITE CITY by CLAUDE MCKAY THE HAUNTED PALACE by EDGAR ALLAN POE TO THE ROSE UPON THE ROOD OF TIME by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE FOUNTAIN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT OLNEY HYMNS: 67. I WILL PRAISE THE LORD AT ALL TIMES by WILLIAM COWPER TO THE MASTER by KATHRYN CROSS |