Two larks are lilting rain thoughts. Like long threads Of silver lace the veil before the sun Whips lightly on a breeze; frays out. A gun Stifles the fog-horns and a dreadnaught spreads Her swinging shadow to North Islands sheds, Streaming but now like gossamer so spun That waters, roofs, earth, sky and ships were one -- Diaphanous, ethereal -- drawn shreds. You'll hear our larks of Loma whistling now. The gray, fire-riddled veil, a tattered sheet, Falling from masthead, stern and bow Loosens sun-sequins on the drab-gold fleet. Mists gather radiance at your white brow And swirl in wisps of dream about your feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE HOME STRETCH by ROBERT FROST THE SUGAR-PLUM TREE by EUGENE FIELD TO THE ONE OF FICTIVE MUSIC by WALLACE STEVENS THE SON; SOUTHERN OHIO MARKET TOWN by FREDERICK RIDGELY TORRENCE A RHYMED REVIEW; 'LAUGHING MUSE' (BY ARTHUR GUITERMAN) by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS POET'S CORNER by ALFRED AUSTIN |