A SKY above, a sky below, Round my boat, I'm drifting so, Hanging, drifting, two between, Swaying like the living green. The sky above is blue and high— I cannot reach it though I try; My sky below is sweeter far— A water-lily is its star. And I shall trail my hand outside, And touch my near sky as I ride, Touch the lily, friendlier far, Than ever can be the high proud star. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LIFE SO SHORT by EAMON GRENNAN ARMAGEDDON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BROTHERHOOD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE HARD TIMES IN ELFLAND; A STORY OF CHRISTMAS EVE by SIDNEY LANIER BEFORE DAWN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |