Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ILLA CREEK, by HENRY CLARENCE KENDALL Poet's Biography First Line: A strong sea-wind flies up and sings Last Line: And hidden mountain altars. Subject(s): Brooks; Streams; Creeks | ||||||||
A strong sea-wind flies up and sings Across the blown-wet border, Whose stormy echo runs and rings Like bells in wild disorder. Fierce breath hath vexed the foreland's face, It glistens, glooms, and glistens; But deep within this quiet place Sweet Illa lies and listens. Sweet Illa of the shining sands, She sleeps in shady hollows, Where August flits with flowerful hands, And silver Summer follows. Far up the naked hills is heard A noise of many waters, But green-haired Illa lies unstirred Amongst her star-like daughters. The tempest, pent in moaning ways, Awakes the shepherd yonder, But Illa dreams unknown to days Whose wings are wind and thunder. Here fairy hands and floral feet Are brought by bright October; Here, stained with grapes and smit with heat, Comes Autumn, sweet and sober. Here lovers rest, what time the red And yellow colours mingle, And daylight droops with dying head Beyond the western dingle. And here, from month to month, the time Is kissed by peace and pleasure, While Nature sings her woodland rhyme And hoards her woodland treasure. Ah, Illa Creek! ere evening spreads Her wings o'er towns unshaded, How oft we seek thy mossy beds To lave our foreheads faded! For, let me whisper, then we find The strength that lives, nor falters, In wood and water, waste and wind, And hidden mountain altars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN THE BROOK by ROBERT FROST A CLEARING BY A STREAM by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER STREAM by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER THE ASPEN AND THE STREAM by RICHARD WILBUR WEST RUNNING BROOK by ROBERT FROST BIRCH STREAM by ANNA BOYNTON AVERILL THE VALLEY BROOK by JOHN HOWARD BRYANT A DEATH IN THE BUSH by HENRY CLARENCE KENDALL |
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