I HAVE seen a vision pure As is the sea's white foam, Full of the divine allure Of beauty in her home. With Giovan' as I was rowing By the lilac sea-cliff's breach, Where the pinkish houses glowing Cling for foothold, each o'er each, Came a clangor of bells blowing O'er the indigo-lipped beach, From the fishers' low church flowing Down the brown nets' amber reach. Now the loud bombs quick-resounding @3Vivas@1 to the saint declare! How the festa is confounding, -- @3Salvos@1 to the throne of prayer! From the sea the boys race bounding To the booming @3strada@1 there; Comes the long procession rounding The @3marina@1 to the square. Young girls, virginal and flower-like, Each a lily in her hand, Walk before the image tower-like, Borne abroad to bless the land; And round about the maidens, bower-like, Youthful bathers sun-bright stand; Still the salt wave, shimmering shower-like, Beads their bodies golden-tanned. Sweetly walked the maidens singing White-robed, each a lily bore; Reverent stood the fair youth ringing That fair scene by that fair shore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAD IN THE SIERRAS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER BREAK OF DAY IN THE TRENCHES by ISAAC ROSENBERG CRADLE SONG (TO A TUNE OF BLAKE'S): 2 by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE TO A PORTRAIT by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS SONG OF THE ENGINE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON SATIRE: 5 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS |