The rain had poured all day, but cleared at night, When, with her little basket on her arm, She left the door-step of that seaside farm; The weeping tamarisk glistened in the light, And chanticleer's green feathers softly waved Against the dying sunshine. Forth she fared, Our host's sweet child, his Phoebe golden-haired, To gather shells, wherewith the beach was paved; At dusk, she took the homeward path that led Beneath yon dark-blue ridge, when, sad to tell, On her fair head the gloomy Lias fell, Crumbled by storms, - they found her bruised and dead: Her basket-store was scattered by the fall, But loving hands replaced and kept them all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VERSES TO HER ROYAL HIGHNESS THE DUCHESS OF YORK by JOHN DRYDEN IN MEMORY OF WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE CITY LYRICS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS THE POET'S SOLILOQUY by E. M. AVERILL EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 38. NO PERJURY IN LOVE by PHILIP AYRES ROMANCE OF BRUNETTES AND BLONDES by JACQUES BARON |