William Allingham

(19 March 1824 – 18 November 1889 / Donegal / Ireland)


Poem by William Allingham

Through grass, through amber'd cornfields, our slow Stream--
Fringed with its flags and reeds and rushes tall,
And Meadowsweet, the chosen of them all
By wandering children, yellow as the cream
Of those great cows--winds on as in a dream
By mill and footbridge, hamlet old and small
(Red roofs, gray tower), and sees the sunset gleam
On mullion'd windows of an ivied Hall.

There, once upon a time, the heavy King
Trod out its perfume from the Meadowsweet,
Strown like a woman's love beneath his feet,
In stately dance or jovial banqueting,
When all was new; and in its wayfaring
Our Streamlet curved, as now, through grass and wheat.

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  • Susan WilliamsSusan Williams (12/11/2015 2:05:00 PM)

    This is so beautiful. He paints a pastoral scene and I can see that stream go roving over the countryside. Then he turns away from the sweetness of the countryside to the once upon a time heavy king. There is a master poet at the reins of this piece(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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