Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO SENECA LAKE, by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL Poet's Biography First Line: On thy fair bosom, silver lake Last Line: And evening tells us toil is o'er! Subject(s): Inland Waters; Nature; Seneca Lake | ||||||||
ON thy fair bosom, silver lake, The wild swan spreads his snowy sail, And round his breast the ripples break, As down he bears before the gale. On thy fair bosom, waveless stream, The dipping paddle echoes far, And flashes in the moonlight gleam, And bright reflects the polar star. The waves along thy pebbly shore, As blows the north-wind, heave their foam, And curl around the dashing oar, As late the boatman hies him home. How sweet, at set of sun, to view Thy golden mirror spreading wide, And see the mist of mantling blue Float round the distant mountain's side. At midnight hour, as shines the moon, A sheet of silver spreads below, And swift she cuts, at highest noon, Light clouds, like wreaths of purest snow. On thy fair bosom, silver lake, O, I could ever sweep the oar, When early birds at morning wake, And evening tells us toil is o'er! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PICTURE by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL A PICTURE: VALLEY OF CATSKILL RIVER NORTH OF THE CATSKILL MOUNTAINS by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL A PLATONIC BACCHANAL SONG by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL A TALE by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL A TRIBUTE TO THE BRAVE by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL AN ODE TO MUSIC: 1 by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL AN ODE TO MUSIC: 10 by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL AN ODE TO MUSIC: 11 by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL AN ODE TO MUSIC: 12 by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL AN ODE TO MUSIC: 13 by JAMES GATES PERCIVAL |
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