On yonder hillside, white with tombs, A palm tree's fan-like foliage blooms; There, in the gloaming flock the doves, To rest their wings and coo their loves. At dawn the palm tree they forsake, Like beads that from a necklace break, And scatter airily in flight, Upon some distant roof to light. My soul doth, like that palm, receive White dreams as visitors, at eve: They drop from heaven — a while they stay— But vanish at the break of day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAY AND DEATH by ROBERT BROWNING WHEN MALINDY SINGS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR ON CATULLUS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE ALLIGATOR by BEATRICE WITTE RAVENEL A BALLAD OF LIFE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |