THE sun is sultry o'er the marble lands, Whose milky glimmer branched with glowing gold, Runs downward to the sea's edge, where untold Ages the waves with gently lapping hands Wash into first discoverable sands The jewelled margin. Round I turn and hold Within my gaze the shade of forests old. Each jagged trunk of rock, no wind moves, stands, And shafts of stony blueness sends far out Where twinkle starlike blossoms crystalline, If on their pink profusion the sun slants. Beneath the merry children dance and shout, And on me one whom beauty makes divine Looks with an innocent and curious glance. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PIED PIPER OF HAMELIN by ROBERT BROWNING TO THE AUTHOR OF 'THE ROBBERS' (SCHILLER) by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD: SONG by OLIVER GOLDSMITH SONNET: 22. TO THE SAME [CYRIACK SKINNER] by JOHN MILTON VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1876 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MIRACLES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SOLILOQUIES OF A SMALL-TOWN TAXI-DRIVER: ON THE EMOTIONS by EDGAR BARRATT |