Louise Bogan

(August 11, 1897 – February 4, 1970 / Maine)

To Be Sung On The Water - Poem by Louise Bogan

Beautiful, my delight,
Pass, as we pass the wave.
Pass, as the mottled night
Leaves what it cannot save,
Scattering dark and bright.

Beautiful, pass and be
Less than the guiltless shade
To which our vows were said;
Less than the sound of the oar
To which our vows were made, -
Less than the sound of its blade
Dipping the stream once more.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 24, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013


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