Lady of cool Pacific gray, Yours is the dripping day. By blood to you belong Dew's silver silence and rain's silver song. Reject not yours, I pray. Take winds for gown, for cloak, take fogs; Take orchis from the bogs To deck your halo-braid, And veil yourself in vapor overlaid With lichens from damp logs. Such take for wear, and these For nothing save to please: From under water, fins, From under earth, moles' gloom-soft, sober skins, And bark from birchen trees; Breast feathers of the albatross, Starred dandelion floss, The backs of olive leaves, The weathered fray from wattled cottage eaves And shells of oyster gloss. Take tidal homage, winter-loud, The praiseful look from cloud In gay or serious skies. Because these find their color in your eyes, Let them be proud! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INSCRIPTION ON THE MONUMENT OF A NEWFOUNDLAND DOG by GEORGE GORDON BYRON FIRST BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 17. SIC TRANSIT by THOMAS CAMPION ESTONIAN BRIDAL SONG by JOHANN GOTTFRIED VON HERDER THE LOVE-SICK FROG by MOTHER GOOSE HE FELL AMONG THIEVES by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT JUNE BRACKEN AND HEATHER by ALFRED TENNYSON THE BIRDS: THE WEDDING CHANT by ARISTOPHANES TO MRS. PRIESTLEY, WITH SOME DRAWINGS OF BIRDS AND INSECTS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |