The Herring Weir

Back to the green deeps of the outer bay
The red and amber currents glide and cringe,
Diminishing behind a luminous fringe
Of cream-white surf and wandering wraiths of spray.
Stealthily, in the old reluctant way,
The red flats are uncovered, mile on mile,
To glitter in the sun a golden while.
Far down the flats, a phantom sharply grey,
The herring weir emerges, quick with spoil.
Slowly the tide forsakes it. Then draws near,
Descending from the farm-house on the height,
A cart, with gaping tubs. The oxen toil
Sombrely o'er the level to the weir,
And drag a long black trail across the light.

by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts

Comments (6)

Outstanding expression and imagery's confluence with intense emotions Thanks for sharing it here.has been achieved in this great love poem by the great poet.
Not to be sexist though it will sound like I am, but I think women have the edge when it comes to loving long and loving through the hardships and loving come what may- - because women are imbued with what is needed to raise children for years and years. We're long-distance runners, raised and bred. Men and their affections are sprinters- raised and bred for short distances. Since they have to pursue and catch all those fillies, they don't have the time to be long-distance runners. This poem is a beauty, though.
``Speak, I love thee best! '' ``Speak, I love thee best! '' ``Speak, I love thee best! ''......................Tragically, it 's a dream in a lifetime!
love the choice of words and thethe arrangement... nice poem
............a wonderful poem with an exceptional ending ★ Well, this cold clay clod Was man's heart: Crumble it, and what comes next? Is it God?
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