(Made for the picture on the jacket of the Norwegian book, The Great Hunger, by Johan Bojer) They flew as the night-wind flowed, very softly, They heard sweet singing that the water sang, They came to a place where the sea was shallow And saw treasure hidden there. There was one poplar tree On the lonely island, Swaying for sadness. The clouds went over their heads Like a fleet of drifting ships. And there they sank down out of the air Into the dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GREEK AT CONSTANTINOPLE by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES THE DYING SWAN by ALFRED TENNYSON DESERT NIGHT by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS EHEU, FUGACES! by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ST. AGNES' MORNING by MAXWELL ANDERSON |