In a vase of gold And scarlet, how cold The flicker of wrinkled grays In this iris-sheaf! My eyes fill with wonder At the tossed, moist light, at the withered scales under And among the uncertain sprays. The wavings of white On the cloudy light, And the finger-marks of pearl; The facets of crystal, the golden feather, The way that the petals fold over together, The way that the buds unfurl! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLUMBUS [JANUARY, 1487] by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 65. AL-WAJID by EDWIN ARNOLD EXTEMPORE TO MR. SYME by ROBERT BURNS REPLY TO A NOTE FROM CAPTAIN RIDDEL by ROBERT BURNS THE ARK by NOAH CALWELL CANNON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. AS IT HAPPENED by EDWARD CARPENTER |