June in New Mexico, -- a desert land, Basking beneath a torrid, cloudless sky; Seas of dun-colored, torpid, desert sand, Reaching horizons cupped in purple dye. The gray-green mounds, -- waves in arrested motion, Innumerable appear, as fallen on sleep; A soundless, motionless and molten ocean, Where, in the silence, deep calls unto deep. Upon the dormant waves, with sails outspread, Are argosies of ivory-winged feluccas, Burdened with Beauty, on the earth to shed The cream-white glory of Regina Yuccas. Ethereal visitants to earth they seem, -- The living splendor of a Poet's dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GATHERING SONG OF DONALD [OR, DONUI DHU] THE BLACK by WALTER SCOTT STEADFASTNESS; THE LOVER BESEECHETH HIS MISTRESS by THOMAS WYATT AN ADDRESS TO THE DEITY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE BRONZE STATUE OF NAPOLEON by AUGUSTE BARBIER |