Naught disturbed my tranquil mood Save a dove, that softly cooed On his lonely branch, supreme Over island, over stream. Collar of pistachio, Throat embroidered silk aglow, Turquoise-blue his bosom's sash, Back and wing-tips all of ash. Pearly lashes necklace-wise Ringed the rubies of his eyes, And his brow was chapleted With a slender golden thread. Sword-sharp was his beak, and white, But its tip was jet as night, Like a pen of silver dipped Into ink, and sable-tipped. Cushioned on his twig alone Like a monarch on a throne, Neck inclined, and burrowing In his soft and folded wing. When he saw my tears aflow (And my weeping moved him so) Startled, he ascended now To the topmost leafy bough. There his outspread wings he shook, Clapping feathers as he took With my heart the air, to go Whither? Ah, I do not know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATTLE OF BRITAIN by CECIL DAY LEWIS IN TALL GRASS by CARL SANDBURG THE COW IN APPLE TIME by ROBERT FROST SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SETH COMPTON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IDYLLS OF THE KING: PELLEAS AND ETTARRE by ALFRED TENNYSON AT A COWBOY DANCE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS |