WHEN with shut eyes in autumn twilight dim I breathe thy warm breast's odour, then I see That happy shore where everlastingly The sun smites downward from his burning rim; An idle land where Nature in her whim Breeds many a strange and sweetly burdened tree; Where women gaze from candid eyes and free, And the nude men are sinewy and slim. Thine odour bears me to that blesséd zone: Yonder the limp sails to the yard-arms cling, Still weary with their long sea-voyaging; The perfume of green tamarinds is blown About my nostrils, and to me grows one With voices of the sailors as they sing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEPARTED by JOHN BANISTER TABB SONNET: GHOSTS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 12. LIFE FOR LOVE by PHILIP AYRES ON THE DEATH OF CYNTHIA'S HORSE by PHILIP AYRES THE LOVE OF DECEIT by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE PSALM 3. DOMINE QUID MULTIPLICATI by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |