(LC) “The Old Swimmin’ Hole” by James Whitcomb Riley OH! the…
(LC) “The Old Swimmin’ Hole” by James Whitcomb Riley OH! the old swimmin’–hole! whare the crick so still and deepLooked like a baby-river that was laying half asleep,And the gurgle of the worter round the drift jest belowSounded like the laugh of something we onc’t ust to knowBefore we could remember anything but the eyesOf the angels lookin’ out as we left Paradise;But the merry days of youth is beyond our controle,And it’s hard to part ferever with the old swimmin’–hole. Oh! the old swimmin’–hole! In the happy days of yore,When I ust to lean above it on the old sickamore,Oh! it showed me a face in its warm sunny tideThat gazed back at me so gay and glorified,It made me love myself, as I leaped to caressMy shadder smilin’ up at me with sich tenderness.But them days is past and gone, and old Time’s tuck his tollFrom the old man come back to the old swimmin’–hole. Oh! the old swimmin’–hole! In the long, lazy-daysWhen the humdrum of school made so many run-a-ways,How plesant was the jurney down the old dusty lane,Whare the tracks of our bare feet was all printed so planeYou could tell by the dent of the heel and the soleThey was lots o’fun on hands at the old swimmin’–hole.But the lost joys is past! Let your tears in sorrow rollLike the rain that ust to dapple up the old swimmin’–hole. There the bullrushes growed, and the cattails so tall,And the sunshine and shadder fell over it all;And it mottled the worter with amber and goldTel the glad lilies rocked in the ripples that rolled;And the snake-feeder’s four gauzy wings fluttered byLike the ghost of a daisy dropped out of the sky,Or a wounded apple-blossom in the breeze’s controleAs it cut acrost some orchurd to’rds the old swimmin’–hole. Oh! the old swimmin’—hole! When I last saw the place,The scene was all changed, like the change in my face;The bridge of the railroad now crosses the spotWhare the old divin’–log lays sunk and fergot.And I stray down the banks whare the trees ust to be –But never again will theyr shade shelter me!And I wish in my sorrow I could strip to the soul,And dive off in my grave like the old swimmin’–hole. Read these lines from the poem again: And I wish in my sorrow I could strip to the soul,And dive off in my grave like the old swimmin’–hole. These lines from the poem illustrate that the speaker (4 points)