The island dreams under the dawn And great boughs drop trnquillity; The peahens dance on a smooth lawn, A parrot sways upon a tree, Raging at his own image in enamelled sea. Here we will moor our lonely ship and wander ever with woven hands,' Murmuring how far away are the unquiet lands: How we alone of mortals are Hid under quiet bows apart, While, our love grows and Indian star, A meteor of the burning heart, One with the tide that gleams. the wing that gleam and dart, The heavy boughs, the burnished dove That moans and sighs a hundred days: How when we die our shades will rove, When eve has hushed the feathered ways, With vapoury footsole among the water's drowsy blaze. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AGING TOGETHER by CLARENCE MAJOR LINES WRITTEN AT THE GRAVE OF ALEXANDER DUMAS by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT AT THE CANNON'S MOUTH by HERMAN MELVILLE A SOUL; A STUDY by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE WOODSPURGE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE LAST LOOK O' HAME by HEW AINSLIE |