AUBERGIN and yellow glazes, Satsuma and rare old vases, In the studio on the hilltop; Silken curtains filter daylight, Where the mellow shade falls softly On a lacquered jar of rouge. Golden glints of prisoned sunlight Gleam within a wide-necked milk-jug, Downy folds of scarlet velvet Mirrored view their ruddy beauty, And the frisking flames of firelight Dance upon its polished surface. On a wooden cart it rattled In the quaint old town of Bruges; Over stones and bumpy pavements, Over crooked narrow streets. Once it humbly served the many Chubby, placid, Belgian babies. Toddling babies cooed and prattled While their mothers friendly gossipped. Sun-rays skipped across its surface In a wooden cart with others, Ample-bellied shining brothers. Golden glints of prisoned sunlight Gleam within its bright brass surface; Idle now, it lolls at ease. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN PELHAM by JAMES RYDER RANDALL SONNET: 53 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONNET: 86 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE YOUTH WITH RED-GOLD HAIR by EDITH SITWELL A PRELUDE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A LOVE BARGAINE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |