That first September day was blue and warm, Flushing the shaly flanks of Penmaenmawr; While youths and maidens, in the lucid calm Exulting, bath'd or bask'd from hour to hour; What colour-passion did the artist feel! While evermore the jarring trains went by, Now, as for evermore, in fancy's eye, Smutch'd with the cruel fires of Abergele; Then fell the dark o'er the great crags and downs, And all the night-struck mountain seem'd to say, 'Farewell! these happy skies, this peerless day! And these fair seas -- and, fairer still than they, The white-arm'd girls in dark blue bathing-gowns, Among the snowy gulls and summer spray.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POETA FIT, NON NASCITUR by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON THE POET by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE DEATH OF AUTUMN by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY SONNET: 13. TO MR. H. LAWES, ON HIS AIRS by JOHN MILTON THE BUBBLE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE TWO FIRES by JOSEPH BEAUMONT NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 4 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 39. FAREWELL TO JULIET (1) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |