Chiming a dream by the way With ocean's rapture and roar, I met a maiden to-day Walking alone on the shore: Walking in maiden wise, Modest and fair, The freshness of spring in her eyes And the fulness of spring in her hair. Cloud-shadow and scudding sun-burst Were swift on the floor of the sea, And a mad wind was romping its worst, But what was their magic to me? Or the charm of the midsummer skies? I only saw she was there, A dream of the sea in her eyes And the kiss of the sea in her hair. I watched her vanish in space; She came where I walked no more; But something had passed of her grace To the spell of the wave and the shore; And now, as the glad stars rise, She comes to me, rosy and rare, The delight of the wind in her eyes And the hand of the wind in her hair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GEORGE MOORE by MARIANNE MOORE BALLAD OF THE LORDS OF OLD TIME by FRANCOIS VILLON THE CLOUDS: THE CLOUD CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES THE JACQUERIE: SONG. THE HOUND by SIDNEY LANIER SMALL BEGINNINGS by CHARLES MACKAY THE COLLEGE COLONEL by HERMAN MELVILLE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 49. WILLOWWOOD (1) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |