I have grown old on Loma. I have seen For twenty years North Island's scimiter Curve on the arm of Mexico, where stir The fringes of the Silver Strand between, Hilted with Coronado's jeweled green And rose on gold and gold on lavender; Long shadowed granite hills the vaguest blur Against my blue, blue sky. My heart has been This promontory jutting to the South That wears down waiting through a dream of tears; My words the whispers at the warm wind's mouth Murmuring of love along the lonely years. My nights have called lost little shore birds home; My days have gone and go upon strewn foam. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW IT STRIKES A CONTEMPORARY by ROBERT BROWNING A DIRGE (1) by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS SONNET: TO SLEEP by JOHN KEATS A VALENTINE by LAURA ELIZABETH HOWE RICHARDS THE OLD HOKUM BUNCOMBE by ROBERT EMMET SHERWOOD EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 13. CUPID IS A WARRIOR by PHILIP AYRES THE YOUNG FOWLER THAT MISTOOK HIS GAME; AN IDYLLIUM by BION |