From Glion when the sun declines The world below is clear to see: I count the escalading pines Upon the rocks of Meillerie. Like a dull bee the steamer plies And settles on the jutting pier: The barques, strange sailing butterflies, Round idle headlands idly veer. The painted sceneries recall Such toil as Canaletto spent To give each brick upon each wall Its due partition of cement. Yet rather seem those lands below From Glion at the close of day As vivid as cameo Graved by the poet Gautier | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG [OF DIVINE LOVE] by RICHARD CRASHAW ULYSSES AND THE SIREN by SAMUEL DANIEL HIS CONTENT IN THE COUNTRY by ROBERT HERRICK NORTHBOUN' by LUCY ARIEL WILLIAMS IN THE FOREST by MAURICE BUCHOR HOUSECLEANING DAY IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY PRECIOUS STONES; AN INCIDENT IN MODERN HISTORY by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY |