Long lay this Loma isle; from age to age A lift of little hills turned from the West Where Ocean Beach finds sea-way; with high crest Of bordered canyons where the small white sage Went pouring honey cups in vassalage To ancient springs forever. She was dressed In wilding ferns, pinks, lilies . . . on her breast Lay poppy gold, a sun-wrought heritage. A murmuring of bees perhaps; perhaps the whirr And rise of tufted quail. I know the tide Beneath ten million moons ran here, ran there, While Loma waited like a waiting bride As lonely and as lost, as if she were A lovely thought that Time had put aside. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TWO SAYINGS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE HAPPIEST HEART by JOHN VANCE CHENEY SIGNS OF THE TIMES by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE FINDING OF THE LYRE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL IN THE PINK' by SIEGFRIED SASSOON SONNET UPON HISTORIE OF GEORGE CASTRIOT, ALIAS SCANDERBERG by EDMUND SPENSER |