BENEATH the sullen slope of shadowy skies, Midmost this flowerless, wind-bewildered space (Once a fair garden, now a desert-place) Ah! what voluptuous hues are these that rise In sudden lustre, on my startled eyes? They glow like roses on an orient face, Glimpsed in swift flashes of enchanting grace, 'Twixt the shy harem's gold-wrought tapestries! Ye bright Japonicas! your glorious gleam Tints with strange light the enamored waves of air, And wafts of such coy fragrance round you float Fancy transcends these boundaries blanched and bare, For beauty lures her in a ravishing dream Of roseate lips, dark locks, and swan-white throat! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHITE SHIPS AND THE RED by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER EVERYONE SANG by SIEGFRIED SASSOON SONNET: 30 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE MORAL FABLES: THE SWALLOW, AND THE OTHER BIRDS by AESOP ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 2. TO SLEEP by MARK AKENSIDE LAUTERBRUNNEN by THOMAS GOLD APPLETON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 48. AL-WADOOD by EDWIN ARNOLD |