Acrid fragrance of salt in the night air -- Borne to me by a boisterous autumn wind From far out among carousing waves -- Brings back to me a night When salt breezes left their lingering touch on my senses As they chilled my quivering, fevered body -- Left my hair crisp and curling with salt moisture. A wild glad night when an oval harvest moon Danced crazily in a wind-rocked October sky. My dreams are bright with the glow of the harvest moon; Bitter with the salt of the sea wind -- And the waves against the shore are droning -- droning -- | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VERSES TO HER ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUCHESS OF YORK by JOHN DRYDEN JANUARY, 1795 by MARY DARBY ROBINSON REPRESSION OF WAR EXPERIENCE by SIEGFRIED SASSOON RACHEL by WILLIAM H. ARMSTRONG III SONNET: 6 by RICHARD BARNFIELD ASHWEDNESDAY by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |