Drifting by on gauzy wings, Fleece in rose on azure swings, Breeze-blown, through the sky. Every fleet transition brings Dreamy, distant, pictured things. Caravans and caravels, Bearing fruits and asphodels, Float across the sky, Limned like delicate pastels Framed in tinted oriels. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FORGIVENESS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES NIGHTMARE, FR. IOLANTHE by WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT HER DILEMMA; IN CHURCH by THOMAS HARDY SHELLEY'S SKYLARK by THOMAS HARDY TO A FRIEND WHOSE WORK HAS COME TO NOTHING by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |