THROUGH the rose-red chasms and the gorges Of granite and porphyry, The mountain river surges And battles down to the sea, Deep, deep out of sight, Save where a flash of white Sometimes leaps in the sun And then is gone. And a giant might shoot with an arrow, Mile upon mile though it be, Through the cloven mountain, the narrow Sheer portal out to the sea. The sea shines purple and blue, Save where a sanguine hue Melts in it under the shapes Of the bare fantastic capes, Coloured like Autumn eves, Or a rose's inner leaves. On the sea is a single skiff, Above, 'twixt cliff and cliff, A grey sea-eagle swings Lone upon wide wings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VASHTI by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 6. SPRING by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 3. AR-RAHEEM by EDWIN ARNOLD COMPENSATIONS by CHRISTOPHER BANNISTER WOUNDED by JESSAMINE SLAUGHTER BURGUM TO ELLEN; IMITATED FROM CATULLUS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON FOURTH BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9 by THOMAS CAMPION |