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Won't you help support DayPoems? Water FantasyBy Fannie Stearns DavisBorn 1884O brown brook, O blithe brook, what will you say to me If I take off my heavy shoon and wade you childishly? O take them off, and come to me. You shall not fall. Step merrily! But, cool brook, but, quick brook, and what if I should float White-bodied in your pleasant pool, your bubbles at my throat? If you are but a mortal maid, Then I shall make you half afraid. The water shall be dim and deep, And silver fish shall lunge and leap About you, coward mortal thing. But if you come desiring To win once more your naiadhood, How you shall laugh and find me good -- My golden surfaces, my glooms, My secret grottoes' dripping rooms, My depths of warm wet emerald, My mosses floating fold on fold! And where I take the rocky leap Like wild white water shall you sweep; Like wild white water shall you cry, Trembling and turning to the sky, While all the thousand-fringed trees Glimmer and glisten through the breeze. I bid you come! Too long, too long, You have forgot my undersong. And this perchance you never knew: E'en I, the brook, have need of you. My naiads faded long ago, -- My little nymphs, that to and fro Within my waters sunnily Made small white flames of tinkling glee. I have been lonesome, lonesome; yea, E'en I, the brook, until this day. Cast off your shoon; ah, come to me, And I will love you lingeringly! O wild brook, O wise brook, I cannot come, alas! I am but mortal as the leaves that flicker, float, and pass. My body is not used to you; my breath is fluttering sore; You clasp me round too icily. Ah, let me go once more! Would God I were a naiad-thing whereon Pan's music blew; But woe is me! you pagan brook, I cannot stay with you! DayPoems Poem No. 1138 Comment on DayPoems? If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read. Let it all out! Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback. Won't you help support DayPoems? Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web . . . Copyright The DayPoems web site, www.daypoems.net, is copyright 2001-2005 by Timothy K. Bovee. All rights reserved. The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work. Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors. The editor of DayPoems will gladly assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors. |
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