SOME lazy cormorant low-flapping, breaks This tranquil silence to a thousand noises, And splashes terror down the slumbering lakes Whereo'er a slow moon poises. The boats move out, or pause, or wander away, Where plaited ripples melt in one another; -- Or some hang moodily against the quay Like puppies to their mother. Beauty is broken, loveliness is lone! How the mild music of your voice befriended The gorgeous dawns of love we here have known -- And everything is ended. To-morrow, when I ask of bud or bracken Some word, or look, or colour, I hear them say: 'We have no secrets for you; all are taken; No songs, no songs to-day.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: LYMAN KING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS REVIEW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FRANCIS II, KING OF NAPLES; SONNET by AMY LOWELL SURFACES AND MASKS; 1 by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DIPPOLD THE OPTICIAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |