ENDLESSLY fell her chestnut flowers, Faint snow throughout the honeyed dark; The myrtle spread his boughs to drink Deep draughts of salt from the sea's brink, And like a moon-dial swung her tower's Straight shadow o'er her warded park. From her calm coasts the galleons fled, The fisher steered him further west, No port was hailed, no keel came home Across that pale, enchanted foam, But by her roof the thrushes fed And wandering swallows found their rest. The shadows touched her tenderly, The red beam lingered on her dress; The white gull and the osprey knew Her tower across the leagues of blue. The wild swan when he sought the sea Was laggard through her loveliness. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WRECK OF THE CIRCUS TRAIN by HAYDEN CARRUTH A LETTER ON THE USE OF MACHINE GUNS AT WEDDINGS by KENNETH PATCHEN ROBERT FROST RELATES THE DEATH OF THE TIRED MAN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER PRIMROSE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ECHOES: 35. MARGARITAE SORORI by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY A FAREWELL TO TOBACCO by CHARLES LAMB |