Author Sir Herbert Read Early, early I walked in the city:The river ran its strength from misty valleysand the sun lit the wings of stone angels.Yarrol! Yarrol! I cried exultingly:Passing dogs lifted wet nosesand housemaidens the blinds of their gables. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments