Upshore from the cloud- The slow whale of country twilight- The spume of light falls into valleys Full of roses. And below, Out of the placid waters, Two beavers, mother and child, Wave out long ripples To the dust of dead leaves On the shore. And the moon walks, Hunting for hidden dolphins Behind the darkening combers Of the ground. And downshore from the cloud, I stand, waiting For dark. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CREATION by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER MOTHER'S LOVE by THOMAS BURBIDGE THE PLOUGHER [OR PLOWER] by PADRAIC COLUM THE MARTYRS OF THE MAINE by RUPERT HUGHES MY MOTHER'S GARDEN by ALICE E. ALLEN ON READING THAT THE REBUILDING OF YPRES APPROACHED COMPLETION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |