 midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy...  Retrospective Review - Page 314edited by - 1824Full view - About this book
 | William Roetzheim - Poetry - 2006 - 760 pages
...mountains blue, he went to dwell with her, the friends who mourned him never knew. To a Waterfowl1 Whither, 'midst falling dew, while glow the heavens...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue thy solitary way? Form: Iambic, 3-5-5-3 pattern. ABAB end rhymes — Vocabulary: Whither: where are you going: fowler:... | |
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