Classic and Contemporary Poetry
AN OLD-TIMER, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Here where the wayward stream Last Line: I -- breathless -- wait. Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F. Subject(s): Brooks; Faces; Streams; Creeks | ||||||||
HERE where the wayward stream Is restful as a dream, And where the banks o'erlook A pool from out whose deeps My pleased face upward peeps, I cast my hook. Silence and sunshine blent! -- A Sabbath-like content Of wood and wave; -- a free- Hand landscape grandly wrought Of Summer's brightest thought And mastery. -- For here form, light and shade, And color -- all are laid With skill so rarely fine, The eye may even see The ripple tremblingly Lip at the line. I mark the dragon-fly Flit waveringly by In ever-veering flight, Till, in a hush profound, I see him eddy round The "cork," and -- 'light! Ho! with the boy's faith then Brimming my heart again, And knowing, soon or late, The "nibble" yet shall roll Its thrills along the pole, I -- breathless -- wait. | 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 BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |
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